Menace.

"The recognizably haunting crunch of a twig behind me sounds. The presence of another being is achingly strong. I halt and stand as still as I possibly can, overcome with panic. The once alive forest is suddenly quiet. All I hear is breathing. Breathing that is not mine."

This is a short story that I wrote nearly 2 years ago for a contest in school. I didn't win the contest lmao...