Early morning
Fog
Overcast of clouds in the sky
Eerie
Spooky
Chill to the core
A noise heard
A stick snaps
Another one snaps a little closer
Heavy breathing
Panting
Footsteps getting closer
Your heart races
You can’t run
For the fog has blinded your way in all directions
You start sweating
You start breathing hard
Your pulse pounding
The Footsteps closing in
You see glowing eyes
All around you beasts
Surrounding any escape
Finally a sound
Howling
Not in the distance
Surrounding you
Wolves
They leap
Knocking you to the ground
The end
As they rip you apart
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