Eyes

Its crimson eyes were locked to him. He could barely breath. He had made a grave mistake, and he knew it. He ran, but no matter how fast he ran, it always managed to top his speed. He frantically searched for an escape point. But one never came. It was dark, gloomy and misty. He could barely see anything at all. He turned his head back, instantly regretting his choice. It was close. He ran, passing a town. Words were being shouted, but he didn’t listen to what they were. He sprinted towards a building, through the gate, then closed it. He moved on further, reaching a flight of stairs. He ascended them in little time at all. He looked down past the banister, and to his dismay… It was there…