• He sat on a pile of leaves, his heart pounding, jumping out of his chest. He was in the forrest and he'd been running. He no longer knew where he was and was otherwise sceptical about where he'd come from. He'd been running for quite some time, for what reason he'd forgotten. But he knew that he was running out of fear to escape. From What? What was he Afraid of? Was it still after him ? Was it gaining on him ? He was about to slip into relaxation perhaps a senseless sleep, but the fear out of some corner of his mind, perhaps some corner of his vision gave him restlessness. He saw it darting frequently through his mind, a dark animal a forgotten past. And the fear of it constantly chasing pushing him forward. Should he run? the tree's were his only shelter from the beast. Was the beast within or without? His face crumpled in contemplation. He waited, he breathed, he wished he could scream aloud in frustration, yet if he did the beast would hear him. Constantly pursuing, absolutely unrelenting. He let his head rest, slip to the side. He'd grown weary of this game he played with the creature. He released his fear and let his mind slip away into the blissful nothingness of sleep. It pawed his shoulder bade him wake. the fear slipped back in like ice freezing in his veins. He was slow to wake pulling himself hard out of unconsciousness. The adrenalin hurt.
    "Grampa wake up. Why'd you run so fast to get away? We were just playing tag."
    his grand daughter's hand rested gently on his shoulder, luckily he still remembered her face but the Alzheimers had eaten so many of his memories. Like the black plague it devoured. it was the beast he feared most, living in his own mind eating him up little by little.