Running, Running

Running, running. Running as fast as I can. Through an endless wilderness I have never seen before. How I got here I do not know, where I am I do not know. In another county, in another state, on some far of continent, on another world, in some other reality. I do not know.
Running, running. Running as fast as I can. Vainly trying to escape my pursuer. The Eyeless Man.
Running, running. Running through this land of bleeding trees, this land where the stones are skulls.
Running, running. Growing tired, growing weak, the Eyeless Man getting closer. What will become of me? How can I escape? Is this my end?
Running, running, running, running. Running.

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I wrote it in less then ten minuts so it may be as good as some of my other stories.

writing, horror horror story, short story, running, eyeless man, fiction, empty eyes