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One second you saw it, the next you didn’t. She wanted to turn around and leave this strange place, but curiosity got the better of her. The fog seemed to be alive. It danced amongst the trees: smothered, slithered, sneaked in and out of the branches. The trees lining the road, sentinels of the night, seemed to sway in the breeze, their branches reaching up like tentacles clawing for the sky, yearning to escape the cloying fog. One second you saw it, the next you didn’t. The ghostly shadow vanished once again into the mist. Lenore Voldemort had come too far to turn back now. Goosebumps prickled on her cold, clammy skin, and she was sure she could hear her heart thumping inside her chest like a fluttering bird begging to be let out of its cage. Pulling her scarf tightly around herself, she stepped forward into the woods, towards the place where the shadow had been. She didn’t know why? Or what she could do if it came closer but in desperation, she didn’t really care. She was getting hotter the deeper she went in sweat began to drip from her long black hair. She couldn’t find the way to the start even if she tried the mist was to thick to see anything. Lenore’s hair was an issue to work with it made herself heavier and made it harder to walk let alone run then a snap on the ground right next to Lenore’s feet had happened she looked to her right to see the dark black shadow running towards her at a raped speed she runs as fast as she could but something pulled against her hair she couldn’t run she was stuck. Lenore looked behind her she was terrified a stick was tangled in her hair and the stick was attached to a giant tree. The shadow was getting closer Lenore pulled and tugged but nothing worked the shadow was only a few feet away and Lenore just admitted defeat she closed her eyes and felt as… nothing the shadow ran straight past her and vanished in the mist she was once again alone and stuck Lenore did not hesitate as she pulled a piece of sharp glass from her pocket and cut all of her hair. Lenore’s hair was now, stubby short rough hair. Lenore Voldemort kept running towards where she saw the shadow going. She still didn’t know why she kept running towards the shadow it looked like a deadly ghost ready to strike any living thing to the ground but Lenore felt like it was pulling her towards it she may have been in a trance or mind-controlled but the fact her goosebumps had vanished said otherwise. Lenore kept running across the muddy track and looked as though she didn’t feel a thing every time something strange from the mud stabbed her bare feet. Lenore didn’t even pay attention to the giant slash on her face from a rose bush or the countless amounts of scrapes and scratches on her legs from infinite amounts of barbed wire it seemed her mind didn’t have time to fell pain all it had time for was getting closer to the ghostly shadow. Lenore kept running although the pain was getting to her head. With each step, it felt like a leap across a hole filled with the end but her mind kept making her move, Lenore couldn’t even think about how this could all be a wild goose chase or a race to desist but she continued to run no matter how much it hurts or stang or ma… Lenore stopped something was behind her and she was afraid to look she didn’t move a muscle, but it was hard for her head was no longer focused on getting to the shadow or even getting away from it Lenore’s brain was focused on the giant slash on her face, the countless amount of scratches and scaps on her legs and the icy breathing on her neck but before Lenore could do anything she fell hard on the muddy track she couldn’t bear the pain anymore and feel into a deep sleep. Lenore woke up she saw grey trees just like the one the muddy track and thick mist all around her she tried to get up off the ground but she couldn’t her feet were stuck they where chained down to the mud she tried to get out of them by hitting them with her hands and pulling them with her feet but they didn’t budge they never did.