be careful the path you take

                   Every morning in order to attend my first class, I am forced to take an isolated winding path.I hesitate every time I approach it, something about the shape causes my senses to heighten. It is paved with a peculiar dark sediment blacker than tar. Each curve is careless and lazy as a snake's slinking body. On this particular morning, I hesitated as always. A feeling in my gut held me back from trespassing onto the walkway. As I hesitated, the world began to move in slow motion as I witnessed a boy take the fatal step onto the slick black pavement. He was unaware as his gate slowed, each step harder to take. Eyes wide he looked down and panicked as one foot had been engulfed in a slimy substance. I watched on as he tried to free himself, but the wild curves of the dark road began to roll and writhe. The boy sank lower and lower as the substance climbed up his wriggling body.  I stood still as I witnessed the last strand of hair atop the boy's head smothered by the black ooze. My heart hammered as the creature, now satisfied, slithered into a nearby bush. Beads of sweat now slipped down my face as I fled frightened out of my wits. The next morning I dropped the class.