Sensing Evil

My back was against the cottonwood bark. My breath held still in my chest.

I could hear his heavy footsteps crushing the lifeless leaves that littered the forest floor.

I could see his haunting shadow cast on the ground before the full moon’s light.

I could hear his gravely voice whispering my name.

I could smell his putrid odor penetrating the crisp autumn wind.

I could hear the heavy breath seeping in and out of his lungs.

I could feel his presence creeping up the hairs on the back of my neck.

I could sense the evil swirling in his heart.

I could tell that my end was near.