I walk through a dark gray forest. The trees were old and withering. The ground feels like eating stale bread. The air I breathe feels as thin as sheets. I feel the cold gripping me. I can feel it wrapping around me like a hug. I am looking for something. Something I'm not sure what it looks like.

The wind started to pick up. I hear a sound behind me, a scratching sound. A sound that sounds like a cat's claws running down a curtain. I hear heavy breathing. I turn. I see a wave of black flooding toward me. I jump. Screaming floods, the area around me. I grip my head. The sound was really high pitch and blood curdling. I want to rip my ears out. The wave formed shapes.

I see black hands growing out of the wave. I start to run. It starts to chase me. I run past the trees. They start fading into white. They're like an incomplete picture. Soon I don't feel cold. I feel nothing. There is an emptiness. I run into a room of white. There is nothing around me. No wave, no trees, and no screams.

I take a breath. Then a black puddle forms around me. It's sticky like tar and black as the abyss. It starts expanding around me. It's deep and feels a little like molasses or tree sap. Then the puddle forms the same hands grabbing me. I try to move, but it's like I'm getting trapped in amber. The hands were all around me dragging me into the puddle. I hear the same screams. My head spun. My heart races. 

The last thing I see before I'm pulled under is an emtpy forest.