Trees flash by as my legs practically fall out beneath me with each step, but I didn't stop running. I didn't know what the time was, but it didn't matter. The vision of Peter in my head would not fade in time. It would fade in my escape. I stop for a few seconds expecting to be tired, but feel nothing. "That's wierd, I guess since I'm dead I don't feel the effect running does to my body." I start running again, eager to get farther from Peter, but the thought doesn't escape my mind. And the more I think about it, the more it makes sense. "Why should I be tired if I have no living muscles?" I reason. Then, I suddenly snap back to the reality of the situation. At least I stopped thinking of Peter for a little bit. It's a start. As I run, I start to realize the number of tree stumps increase rapidly. I slow down a little to get a better look. "Strange" I mutter as look into a clearing of stumps. After looking for a little while longer, I start to run again.
As I continue to run, I see a lake off into the distance. I try to look and see where it ends, but it continues off out of my sight. I decide not to worry about it for now, and continue running. Soon, I approach the lake I saw earlier. As I look into the water, I notice that I can't see the bottom of it. I look again to the sides, still not seeing an alternative route. I finally decide to cross the lake, and with great caution, I slowly ease my foot into the water, trying to find the bottom. My foot soon touches the sandy floor, the water rising just above my foot. "I guess I just can't see the bottom?" I think. Realizing that I was most likely being chased, I quickly continue to advance into the water. With each step I take I get a little deeper until one point, it got up to my neck. I decided to start swimming as the decline of the river floor seemed to stretch even farther down. Like running, I didn't seem to tire out from swimming. As I continue crossing the river, I see an small raft floating in the distance. "Strange" I think, but continue to swim towards it realizing it's my best bet across the river. As I get closer towards the raft, I see what looks like a hand resting on the side of the raft. Chills crawl up my spine as I get closer and closer towards the raft. Terrified, I slowly peak over the edge to see a corpse, it's face mangled in a terrified expression. I let out a scream as tears ran down from my eyes. As I continued to look in shock, I notice a cut going from ear to ear on the throat. I vomit into the water and slowly climb into the raft, barely able to move the body into the corner before I pass out.
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Peter
HorrorLucy has terrible parents. Mom smokes, Dad drinks, And neither of them care about Lucy at all. Eventually, Lucy runs away. Now she must face the biggest threat to her life alone and hopeless.
