This is something I wrote many, many years ago for an English class.
–mourning
Darkness surrounds you. You run at top speed, but can’t see anything following you. Unseen voices hiss:
Run… Get away…
The darkness parts to reveal a grimy bog. Gagging on stale, pungent air, you push on. You hear the voices calling:
Run… He’ll get you…
Something grabs your foot. You begin to fall. You scream as you fall onto your bed. You bolt upright. Was that the stairs creaking? Someone in the hall? Your blood runs cold as you pull the blankets to your chin. A shadow cascades into your room. You become paralyzed with fear.
Run…He’ll get you…