Running, Running, Running, through the desolate woods not knowing where I am going or what I am going to find ahead of me. Voices of angry men penetrate my ears, they sound like a pact of hungry wolves on the kill never stopping until they have gotten what they wanted…fresh meat. Mother had always told me not to wander off at night in fear of the men in white robes. But now I was …showed first 75 words of 844 total…

…showed last 75 words of 844 total…night sky become very blurry and I finally pass out. I wake the next morning and all I could think about was the wolves, the cross and the hanged man. I never talked about what happened that night but I thought about it all the time. It was something that was going to haunt me for the rest of my life and the world as I know it will never be the same. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ **Bibliography**