100 Word Challenge report picture prompt

On Friday the thirteenth, I had left for a walk in the forest until my worst nightmare approached. I started to get followed by a shadow. I ran, as fast as my legs would go until I fell into quicksand, face first. Then, stone cold hands pulled me out. It was my pursuer. The mask was revealed and I was shocked to see it was my own evil stepmother. She had an evil glare on her face. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say a word, I shoved her into the quicksand and sprinted far away.

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