Chapter 8 A Haunting Presence

• The dimness that wrapped me was so finished, so choking, that briefly I felt like I was suspended in an unending void. My mind was having trouble comprehending any coherent thought, and my senses appeared dull. However at that point, progressively, I became mindful of a weak, musical sound — my own pulse, consistent and unshakable, a life saver pulling me back to the real world.
• Blinking against the pitch-blackness, I forced my eyes to open. Shapes started to frame, ill defined from the get go, however leisurely honing into the contorted outlines of old trees. The woods. I realized I was still in the forest. But there was something else: the air was thick with a sinister energy that pricked my skin and made me shake.
• “Sebastian?” I called out in a barely audible whisper. Alarm flooded as I understood he was presently not close by. " Sebastian!”