In the corner of my heart, I have a feeling that I will make it there without any damage because the monster is not real, but my mind yelling me that someone is watching my every move.

For a second I wanted to stop in my track and look back but I have no guts for that. I wanted to live. I don't want to get killed by the monster if it is real.

And for god sake, I can see the cottage from here which is encouraging me to run even faster because I almost reached. "That's it. I ...