2/28/2018

I was running. Tall, slender columns of darkness rushed past me on either side as I scrambled frantically through the dense underbrush, leaping over fallen logs. A thick fog veiled my vision; I had no idea where I was going, but I knew I had to run.

Whatever it was, it was right behind me.

I could hear the bestial growling, unlike anything I'd ever heard before, except I had. It snarled, and I had to fight the terror that tried to paralyse my limbs. I don't know what it wanted to do with me, but judging by the sounds it was making, I had heavy doubts that it would be a pleasant experience.

The fog parted and I found myself coming up on a stone wall. It stretched out farther than I could see in both directions, and if I stopped, I was dead. I had to jump.

I ran as fast as my legs would carry me, ducked as low to the ground as possible, and kicked off with all my might. I soared into the air, more than twenty feet--had I always been able to jump so high? The ground beneath me never stopped moving. The wall retreated into the fog once more, the growling becoming distant. But my troubles weren't over just yet.

I was falling. My stomach rose into my throat like I'd been thrown from a catapult. I held my breath, bracing for impact as the ground rushed up at me.

I struck the ground with such force that I rebounded, flying back into the air. I struck a tree, all the breathe inside of me being stolen in an instant as I bounced off. I hit the ground once more, bouncing and tumbling without slowing. It was as though I'd leapt out of a speeding car onto a hillside. Everything became a spinning blur around me; I could feel every bone in my body snap in two, and pain roared through my body. I screamed in agony, falling down this slope, this cliff, when the ground opened up beneath me.

I was swallowed by the void.

Into the darkness I tumbled and fell, tears flying up from my face. This was it. I was done. I was gone.

I awoke with a start, finding myself back in my bed.

Mythos.