Abigale’s heart raced faster and faster with each stride Fergus took. Scrapes streaked her skin as low-lying tree branches whipped at her face. She maneuvered her steed, zigzagging between heavily rooted trees when the hem of her dress caught on a branch and ripped a chunk off. She knew she was pushing Fergus faster than she should, but fear had grabbed a hold of the reins and drove her forward. The quicker she was far away from Black Stone, the better she would be. Those eyes… swirling amber with evil sinister snake-like slits, continued to play in her mind, causing her to look over her shoulder, paranoid that the Bogeyman followed closely behind. Abigale turned back around and focused intently on getting through the glen. There was a clearing up ahead, not too far. Perhaps there would be a village or town nearby that she could lie low in until she figured out what to do. It all happened so fast when Fergus stumbled over a root. Before Abigale could catch her balance, she was thrown to the ground.
