An old woman is thin, until she only looks like bones wrapped in skin. Her body was bent, almost ninety degrees. Her hair is grayish white, long, matted and has uneven cuts. The wrinkles on her face were noticeable. Her eyes were sunken, making them look like they were about to pop out. When she smiled, her teeth were yellowish in color, pointy and rarely looked terrible. Her long fingers held a stick.
If you see someone that old, you might think of helping her walk, because she must have a hard time doing it.
However, not with this old woman, in front of me. At first I was going to help her, but suddenly she gripped my hand so tightly that his long nails pierced my skin and made blood flow in my hand, which she was gripping. I tried to let go of this old woman grip, but she was very strong. My hands already feel very sore.
The old woman laughed loudly and dragged me away with very fast footsteps. She is no longer walking but running. I who couldn't keep up with her steps and fell on my knees. I no longer run, the old women continued to drag me with my knees that continued to rub against the rocky road. Her strength is very strong. Likewise with the grip of her hand, my hand that was gripped was like numb. The nails deepened.
I tried to scream. However, no sound came out of my throat. I was still trying to release her grip from my hand, which of course was futile. She took me to a dark cave. Then suddenly the cave was lit up with light from a torch in every corner. The old women threw me into the corner of the room and let go of her grip. She entered the darkness.
I took advantage of this by running out of the cave, which seemed futile. The old woman immediately ran after me. The run is very fast. The expression on her face is creepy. With a terrible smile and strange sounds that she muttered. She was running very fast with her hunched body and small legs, making me almost caught.
I stepped on a rock and slipped. Strangely, my body can't be moved. I tried to scream but, no sound came out. The old woman was getting closer, and what I just realized was that she was holding a knife. I really can't get up. My legs were paralyzed. The old woman managed to reach me and touched my ankle with her cold hand. She smiled horribly. The grip of her hand on my leg which was suddenly paralyzed was getting more pronounced.
I screamed. "Aaarrgghhhh ..."
I opened my eyes, my mother's face was confused. Her hand touched my ankle.
"What's wrong with you? Get up early" said my mother
-End-
