The stare.

As I walked down the path, I could feel a gape behind my neck. It was so close like someone was breathing down my neck and with a very hot breath that burned into my pores.

The cabin was about 20 feels away but each time I tried to move, the winds gushed ever so hard that it takes me back 3 steps.
The crease of the padded wood bridge cut through my naked feet and I sighed in pain everytime I tried to move.

I wished for the morning to come so I can get to see some light.

As I tried to hitch a step forward after the gush of the wind, I heard a flicker of the watching eyes. "don't turn back", I heard myself whisper to me.
"this is death and the eyes will melt your soul"

Eleven days, 14 nights and 4 friends lost. I prayed for life to see the next dawn.
My feets hurt and the blood started to gush out as I lurched forward and ran like mad towards the cabin.

The door flung open and out I ran into the bridge from where I came from.
My feet burned hot and the blood started to flow making me weep loudly. The eyes walked towards me and as I tried to hide my face, it breathed down my neck one more time and the winds came rushing fiercely that it gave me a cold.

The window were open and it is about to rain. I got off the bed and closed them and headed to the bed where Puddie slept peacefully.

As I set out to lay down, I felt a cold chill down my neck, the stare!