A short story

The woods had an eerie feeling as I walked through the dense fog. I know I shouldn’t be here but I needed to see it for myself. My steps are slow and steady as I make my way deeper into the forest. The leaves ruffle under my feet with each step. I stop to listen for it and I hear nothing. I start walking again and from behind me I hear running footsteps. I turn around to have my eyes fall upon the creature which will bring me my demise. I knew if i found it, I would spend my last moments in these woods. I watch it bounding towards me and I accept my inevitable death.