Forest Dweller

It is thrown back by your kick and then comes back even stronger, knocking you out of the air and into the wall. The threads wrap around you before you have time to think, binding your wrists and ankles to prevent any more movement. The ball comes back like a round torpedo, crushing you under its weight. You are barely alive, and only have a few more moments to think. However, a flash of darkness from the corner of your eye diverts your attention. It is too late to realize what it is, your entire body is crushed against the combined force of the wall and the writhing ball of darkness. Slowly you fall to the ground, dropping to the cold earth as you breathe your last breath and hear your last sounds: hideous laughter.