Creeping, creeping in the murky waters, slithering in the deep dark mud.
Something unseen is quietly moving and coming closer and closer to me.
I stepped into the marshes shaking with fear, for it was night, and dead and dark here.
I don’t know why I came here, no desire pushed me in this direction. Perhaps curiosity more than anything; I’ve never known if I’d be scared or be able to take this alone.
Hisses behind me, a snapping twig... Though I’m alone, I’ll always have company.
Company and companions I cannot see.