Answer: The forest was dark as you walk through, the fog as thick as a cloud. Your shoes crunch on the leaves below you, pushing them further to indent into the mud upon which you walk. You can see a few feet in front of you, but nothing more. The hoot of an owl makes you jump and shudder, your eyes drifting up to at the crooked branches above you. Those branches curl over the pathway as you walk, the shadows of the branches as long as the path seems, your breath as heavy as your footsteps. You hear something ahead and run towards it.
Charlie trudged through the mud. His feet were as heavy as cinderblocks as he tried to pull them up through the mud. He began to panic as his feet stuck in the mud and slowly started to sink. A boom as loud as thunder sounded from behind him. Whipping his head around, he saw a figure as dark as the night around him. The fog seemed to blanket the cloak the figure was wearing. Charlie tried to scream but his mouth was as dry as chalk. The last thing Charlie saw was the figure swoop down on him before he woke up in a cold sweat. It was simply a bad dream!
