50 Word Thursday #10

50 Word Thursday #10

The image above and the following phrase, were prompts for this weeks exercise.

“Whatever presence it was that had been observing her as she made her way through the woods, it was now pursuing her.”

This is my humble entry.  Thanks Deb Whittam

 

Out in these thick trees, in the hopes of catching a glimpse of the thing she has reported on for a few weeks now.  She senses, that the hunt she is on, has taken a turn. Certain that, whatever presence it was that had been observing her, as she made her way through the woods, it was now pursuing her.

Burrowing into some foliage near a rock.  Her heart races as she peers out of the thick leaf blanket.  I should have waited for John, she thinks, eyeing the clearing ahead.

What happened next, caused her to question her sanity.  Descending on the right side of the clearing ahead, standing every inch, of the eight feet, that her witnesses had reported. Only fifty yards away from her, this was no owl or crane.  Those eyes, burning red and huge, she knew not to stare at them. This was no ‘mothman’, as it had come to be jokingly called. Its massive dark wings, brought to her mind a fallen angel.  A demon out of hell..

Terrified, she held her hand over her mouth, fighting the urge to scream.  With wide-eye anticipation, she waited until this abomination took flight away.  Away from the area, where she lay frozen with fear.

As the chill set in, she wondered, if it was perched, ready to pounce at her movement.  Now or never, her courage mustered, as she ran towards her car.