“The rain poured over the farm as it embraced the night. Her bare feet hit the ground over and over, spraying mud up into the air and onto her legs. She ran as fast as she had ever run in her life, but soon the blond tripped and staggered, attempting to regain her balance as her body continued to push forward. She splashed into the mud and closed her eyes tightly. Don’t look back, God please don’t let me look back. Suddenly the sound of of a loud vibrating roar filled the air, almost immediately filling her ears with a loud ringing that overpowered the other sounds of the trees around her and the brightness of that horrific presence rolled into the darkness, if only for a moment before fading out once again. Bright spots lingered in her eyes as she stumbled and then began to run again through the rocks and the mud that threatened to consume the life around her and the branches that reached out to claw into her skin and hold her back.
The young woman’s throat burned and her chest was filled with a sharp pain as her lungs swelled for air as she continued to push herself forward. After she pushed her way past several branches, she stopped to catch her breath, leaning heavily onto the moss covered tree in front of her and coughing loudly, blood spattering from her throat and onto her pale, shivering hand. Whispers filled the air around her and she quickly closed her eyes again, covering her ears and screaming into the sky, “Stop! Make it go away! Pleeaassee!” She begged, tears filling her eyes and mixing onto her skin with the rain which escaped through the trees as the roll of thunder crashed through the night air.
The whispers began to build louder and louder as she felt the static, twitchy presence of the being draw closer behind her, almost bringing with it a pale light. The girl wobbled a bit and grasped at the tree in front of her, pressing her forehead into the bark, almost begging for it to take her.
Suddenly she felt the breath being ripped out of her and she hacked as she tried to gain and form of breath, hitting the tree and reaching to her neck. Wrapping her cold fingers around her throat in desperation, the girl slowly turned around, begging inwardly for the life she knew would end so soon. With a loud gasp, her eyes shot open and immediately caught the fullness of what was behind her. The girl let out a long scream as her head was pulled forward and crimson blood was forced from her eyes and mouth and across her chilled, pale skin.”
Fairmont: Season One