Please just let this be the result of my own imagination and nothing more.
I could hear the rustling of leaves on the ground, and it felt like something was moving behind me. My body froze from fear as my mind wondered if this would be the perfect time for me to run and never look back. Running straight up ahead sounded easy but the fact that it was quite dark, and I couldn’t see so far in front of me made that difficult. The leaves rustled again, and I began truly regretting my decision to leave the mansion.
Wasn’t the wall or the gate supposed to be just a short walk away from the mansion?