Forest Dweller

You turn and run at the ones behind you, however feel yourself frozen in place. All five of them have their beady eyes on you, and it feels as though your very life force is being drained through their gaze.
As you fall to your knees they pounce, slashing at you. Their blows are weak, but the skin that is left behind slowly covers you until you can't handle the stench and hold your breath. Eventually you let it out, and the new, stronger scent fills your lungs, knocking you out into a sleep in which you do not awaken.