Puppetmaster
You jog on into the night. Eventually you begin to get too weary to continue. Stopping, you collapse to your knees and lay against a nearby boulder to rest.
As you catch your breath, you notice something odd. The night air is very quiet, there appears to be no sound whatsoever but the wind in the trees. The wind is getting louder now, moaning and whistling through the branches and weaving through the trunks of the forest. You begin to feel a strange uneasiness well up inside of you. You attempt to ignore it, believing paranoia has taken a hold of you, and the feeling eventually ceases. You are ready to sleep, with your bones aching and your muscles throbbing, your body is screaming for a good rest...
As you catch your breath, you notice something odd. The night air is very quiet, there appears to be no sound whatsoever but the wind in the trees. The wind is getting louder now, moaning and whistling through the branches and weaving through the trunks of the forest. You begin to feel a strange uneasiness well up inside of you. You attempt to ignore it, believing paranoia has taken a hold of you, and the feeling eventually ceases. You are ready to sleep, with your bones aching and your muscles throbbing, your body is screaming for a good rest...