I stopped for the night next to a roadside park, and went for a jog in the cool damp spring air.
Darkness fell quickly forming deep shadows, the feeling of someone at my shoulder returned like a blow.
I rounded a curve in the path and stopped.
No way, was I going into that abyss.
The tunnel seemed to leer at my cowardice. I walked forward, fear sweat forming on my skin.
My stomach cramped.
There, in the dark, were the eyes golden and luminous.
Behind me, a clattering of claws on cement!
I ran, not to the tunnel, but, the hill around it. The road above my target.
I went down; once, twice sure death had me in it’s grasp.
The smell of torn grass and churned earth an assault on my senses!
Finally, I gained the road and spun.
A bird called from the night as if laughing at me.