#060 Lost

I had lost my party and was moving through the darkness on my own. My flashlight’s battery had died long ago so I relied on the breeze ahead to find the exit. It was dead silent save for the sound of running water and my own breathing. Except… There was another presence.

Something dripped onto my clothing; it was not water.

Frightened, I realised that it was not wind I’d been feeling but the breath of something towering over me, luring me deeper into its layer. Now I was lost and -worse yet- I couldn’t see the horror awaiting me.