It was there in the shadows, over your shoulder, lurking, waiting for its moment to strike. I met its eyes and I felt its intentions, the rage, and the way it slithered around like snakes, shrouded in the darkness. You froze, catching the look on my face. “Don’t look behind you,” I whispered.
But it wasn’t you that replied. “Too late,” it said in response before dragging you away. That was the last time I saw you.
© Sarah Doughty