The corn field seem to go on for hours as John ran through it escape his ungodly pursuer, it was tall, dark, and its face was non existent. It seemed to be messing with his mind because it effortlessly chased him as though he was running through quick sand, and it was soaring above the ground like a hawk swooping in for its prey. This monster though did not catch him, it did not even look like it was interested in him, it only wanted to make him run, to smell his fear, and to take his humanity. John was no longer a man running from a monster, he was a rat running from a lion. Logical thought disappeared under the powerful breathing, the sweat that stung his eyes, and his muscles the begged him to submit. Like the rat though that runs from its doom, it doesn't matter if all hope is gone, the only thing John wanted was to live.

Start of a new story I want to write, just giving everyone a taste, thank you for reading this and have a good day.