I ran like my life depended on it because it did. 

That dark ghastly creature was haunting me down the misty road.

Although I was gasping for breath I kept running. I wasn't turning back as I couldn't bear to see that unearthly being once more.

It seemed as if I was standing and everything else was moving very fast. My feet started aching and I knew I wouldn't be able to run for much longer. I needed to find some shelter, some salvation.

I could hear the raven from hell chasing me. The sound it made reminded me of a shriek; it was the most horrible shriek I have ever heard. My ears were sore from just hearing that awful sound.

The weather suddenly changed. Dark and ominous clouds rolled in and I felt as if they were suffocating me and preventing my escape. Was the raven controlling the weather or was it just my bad luck?

Finally, as if a sign from God himself, I saw a candle on a window sill and thought: 'It's my salvation!'

I used the last atoms of my strength to get to the door and enter the house. I could finally hide from the fiend!

When I entered the house I felt safe. I was being embraced by its protectiveness, making me feel untouchable.

I guess that was such a human reaction to have because houses are meant to be safe. After a few moments, I found the strength to look through the window. I wanted to check if my pursuer was still there.

I approached the window and then a loud scream filled the room. It was a surprise for me to realize that it was me screaming.

The scream was the result of my close encounter with the black devil - it was standing just outside the window, looking at me with those deep soulless eyes that seemed to hypnotize me.

All I knew for sure was that I was scared out of my mind. We stood there for some time, I paralyzed with fear and the raven eager to gouge my eyes out.

I could see that it didn't have any good in its soul- if it even had one.

Then it started knocking with its beak on the window, trying as hard as it could to break it and drink my blood.

The window started to crack and it sent chills down my spine.

I frantically started thinking about what I could do.

I started looking around for a weapon or some kind of protection, but I was so scared that I couldn't think straight.

Picking up a knife from the nearby table I stood there, waiting. Faced with what seemed to be the last day of my life, I started regretting all the things I didn't do.

Suddenly, the raven broke through and started attacking me. It started biting me and I screamed, waving my knife around, trying to defend myself.

Unfortunately, the monster was too quick, so I couldn't hurt it. I couldn't defend myself.

It bit off a large chunk of my flesh and blood started spattering all over the place.

I was absolutely terrified. I could imagine what my life would have been like if I had survived.

After a few more sharp pecks on my neck, the raven flew away, leaving me to bleed to death. I guess it sensed a new victim, fresh meat.

It flew away as fast as it could. It probably thought that it could come back to feed on my flesh any time it wanted and that it would be better to chase after some fresh blood.

As I lay there in a pool of my own blood I thought I could smell the freshly mowed grass and the most fragrant flowers. I guess that in my moment of death I could smell the freshness and vibrancy of life.

Blood pouring all around me, in my final moments, I thought of life and love. That night, after hours of excruciating agony, I died.