[ cw ] write about the strangest/scariest/saddest dream you 've ever had in less than 200 words .

The cold wind ripped through the blackened vale of trees, ripping the already bare trees of any semblance of life they might clung to. A lonely traveler stood, haunched over, back to the wind. Draped across the broad shoulders of his frame, the wind painted a weather beaten cloak to his body. As the figure stalked closer to me, all I could feel was a rush of horror, as my body seized up with an indescribable need to run. To create space between the shadowy figure and I. I turned to run, but as my legs struck the blackened earth, I felt as though I was n't moving. The world stationary around me as the haunting demise closed in on me, swallowing me whole.
