The leaves crunched under the hooves in the distance.
Slowly, but surely.
Purposely.
A laughter filled the air, a cackle tickling through the air.
"I can hear you," a whisper called.
Silence as fog rolled into the swamp, filling all the voids within it. Nothing was untouched.
"I can see you," the whisper called.
Shadows rushed back and forth, the world spinning around in an attempt to adjust.
Leaves crunched louder, and louder.
The sound was closer and closer.
A scratching against the bark of a nearby tree filled the emptiness and any reprive.