The Angel of Death

_____I stumbled through the darkness, searching for even the tiniest hint of life. ☆☆☆ I could hear it breathing - ☆☆☆ Hot breath down my neck - ☆☆☆ Heart beating furiously - ☆☆☆ Tiny beads of sweat trickled down my flushed forehead. I dared not breathe. Too risky. ☆☆☆ The slightest movement of air to my left - ☆☆☆ Then to my right - ☆☆☆ I froze in place, became stockstill. ☆☆☆ Cold, slimy hands gripped my throat - ☆☆☆ Wet hands squeezing so hard - ☆☆☆ Can't breathe - ☆☆☆ No air - ☆☆☆ Greasy hands - ☆☆☆ Blacking out - ☆☆☆ Then I realize the greasiness is blood. ☆☆☆ Fresh blood. ☆☆☆ My blood.