by Sparks In Shadow
Lightning threatened. Mary thought she heard screams. She turned, nearly slipping on mossy stones. Echoes darting between trees were dominated by thunder. Raindrops touched her skin like timid fingers testing, gaining courage, before assaulting in torrents.
Trembling, Mary hugged herself, submitting to the downpour, fearing she was next. Though they’d felt like home, the woods became a snarl of inexplicable, encroaching sounds muffled by the violent storm.
Regaining equilibrium, she scrambled forward.
Jagged one yard footprints, frozen deep in the mud, were puzzled over by members of the town long after her disappearance.
It lingers in the woods — waiting for hunger’s return.
Julia’s prompt was “… Mary thought …” and she instructed us to choose a specific genre. I chose horror.