He gingerly stepped in a direction away from the creature and ran into a wall of tree limbs. He felt his way along it until there was an opening which he quickly crept out. As luck would have it the clouds above began to part a little allowing some moonlight to filter down. Stan took advantage of the moment and nearly ran through the woods being as careful as possible to try and keep a straight line. He didn’t care where he ended up as long as it wasn’t in a circle that brought him back to where he had just escaped. He got maybe five minute worth of time before the gap in the clouds closed back up and again he was in almost total darkness. The time when he could see had been enough though. Stan recognized his surroundings from his many trips back into these woods hunting small game. He carefully made his way through the darkness and it wasn’t too long before he reached a point where there was enough snow covering the ground to provide enough light to see where he was going. A couple hours later Stan was on the last leg of his journey to returning home. He reached the place where he had tied off the rope a while back for the creature to use to climb out of there. Whether it did or not he didn’t know but he was sure glad he left it there now. An odd thing happened while he was climbing out of there. next page |  |