Think you can hide? Think again.

You might be trying to hide your feelings but it can sense you. The new sense of energy, albeit a bit small, made the figure stop in its tracks and look up. Its sense of smell was picking up on something else; a faint sense of hope was lingering in the air. It turned its head, slowly at first, to find the direction of the smell until it stopped to face you.

Drawing in some deep rattling breaths, the figure advanced. It glided forwards, hungry for another potential meal. Its arms were outstretched as it flew in your direction and only came to a stop when it was mere inches from your person. Both scabby hands reached up to lower a hood and expose you to a horrible sight.

Its greying, decayed skin gave way to a wide, gaping mouth that it used to breath in as much of you as it could. You feel a wave of coldness crash over you as it does so, despite the chocolate. You notice the eyes, or lack thereof. Scabbed skin clung to the empty sockets of its eyes but that doesn't mean that it can't tell exactly where you are...

Before you know it, a single rotten hand finds your throats and grips it. It's as if the figure doesn't want to let you go just yet...