Short Gothic Story

The rain fell down like tiny stones onto my head, it was only a light shower at the moment, but as I recall the weather reporter said there would be an intensive storm soon. That jogged my memory, I should get home quick before it gets any worse. As I was walking through the woods, sticking to my normal path, it hit me that the weather today has been awful, there was this heavy fog that prevented me seeing any further than 10 meters. It doesn't bother my though because I know these woods like the back of my hand. I was walking at a rather fast pace now, I could hear my heart beating, and felt the icy winds fill my lungs, as I was walking down the rocky path I could have sworn I saw someone else or something out of the corner of my eye. I stopped for a second, scanning the area. But nothing appeared, I began walking again, at a more hurried pace this time, the rain was getting heavier, as the icy cold water hit my skin it sent shivers down my spine. But all of a sudden I could have sworn I saw something, some one, I stopped to survey the area one last time. As I turned around on the edge of the fog a dark silhouette appeared, it looked like someone, so shouted out to them expecting a response. But got nothing, I shouted again louder this time, so loud not a soul couldn't have heard. I got a response, I saw the figure move, one step, no two steps closer, my heart was pumping hard against my rib cab, then the figure looked up, and through the fog I saw two bright red eyes... staring directly at me...

Out of pure shock I broke into a sprint into the direction of my house, branches and twigs were swiping against my face, lightly cutting it. Then out of nowhere I heard an eruption of thunder echoing all through the woods, then the rain started coming down hard, harder, it was like it was on the verge of being ice, I continued to sprint, the path began to over flow with water, it was like I was running through a river bed, as I was sprinting throwing my head over