I looked up at the sky. I hadn’t intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlight. I knew I was in for a dark journey home.
I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days.
The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very scared I had to even take a breath due to the stifling air.
The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own hearth, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest.
I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness.
I took a glance around and found myself looking right into a pair of dark, glassy eyes peering a me through the bushes. I knew I was not seeing things at that moment.
Where those the evil eyes of a goblin lurking waiting for its next meal. My breath became too rapid for me to be able to whistle. I took a big gulp and decided to step on it and quicken my pace.
I would never get home.