"Asphyxia"

I can't breathe; he'll hear me if I do.

He knows I'm here. He could find me any second he wanted. The bastard's playing with me.

My throat is getting dry and my head hurts. I have to breathe. I can't.

All it takes is one little gasp and he’ll have found me.

Nothing about him is natural. He's just a gnarled, knotted mockery of a human.

Twisted limbs and bony spines; that's all he is.

Oh god, my head. I feel dizzy. Maybe a quiet, quiet breath...

No. He's right there. Just a foot away.

He moves like a spider but he's shaped like a man; it sickens me just to watch him walk.

My vision is fading away, being obscured by dots. I have to breathe. I have to breathe.

I can't breathe. He's right there.

I'm about to faint, I can already tell. Everything is distorted.

It's getting to the point where I can't tell whether I'm awake or not anymore.

I have to breathe. I can't breathe.

I have to breathe. I can't breathe.

I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe.

Fuck.

I think he heard me breathe.