of the drawbridge.
Initially I thought it was a mortal spirit
lost, seeking some kind of path
but the pale, white, naked form
gave me pause. Its arms were
too long and its legs too long,
and then it turned…
and it had no face.
I froze, my blood cold
with a fear I had never felt before.
And then… it began to run towards me.
I panicked and tried to turn
and run but the thing was
shaking the bridge too much
and though I held the sides
of the ropes and tried to keep
my balance, I slipped and fell
through the cracks in the drawbridge
and as the river raced beneath me
and I watched in horror
as the thing drew nearer and nearer,
I tried my best to pull myself up
and just as my hand slipped—
Two Hands Grasped Me
And I screeched as I felt my body
lifted away from the edge
until I was so high above the drawbridge
it looked like a toy beneath my feet.
The creature down below raised its arms
as though trying to catch me,
