"No, you've not actually done that."
Get the fuck off me!" He doesn't listen, and seems to get off to my words. He strokes faster, and his eyes start to shut.
I feel something brush against my calves but I keep going. Branches are catching my coat and slowing me down, and what I feel touching my legs seems to be doing it firmer and firmer, actually wrapping around me, but I break out of it. Finally I breath a sigh of relief as I get out of the trees.
I'm breathing heavily and sweat is pouring down my back. I feel the adrenaline pulsing through me. I look back and see nothing, light is starting to stream through the trees and everything is peaceful. I laugh at my own paranoia, I haven't done that in years.
I've walked confidently through there for awhile now and I can't help but wonder what got to me. I shrug as a catch my breath, adjust my pack and start walking through the grass...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑