Eyes … eyes were everywhere.
The pounding of my footsteps echoed through my head, leaves crunched under my feet, branches snapped against my cheeks. The forest was closing in on me, shrieking and screaming in my ears. Eyes … eyes were everywhere. Luminous, blue eyes, stabbing into my very soul. I had to get away. I had to run faster. My feet moved beneath me like streaks of lightning crashing through the undergrowth. A huge, spotted owl took flight, its massive wings stirring up a gale. I stumbled, falling down, down towards …
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