As she sprinted away, flashes of lightning manifested Mr. S repeatedly within her peripherals, sometimes only feet away. It was as if he were all around her at every turn. A flash in the distance revealed the same shape and yet...too far away to be one of the trees of the stretched would, the shape perched on a hill overlooking the valley she sprinted through. Tall, thin as the dead fauna she weaved through, long pale fingers at the end of this one's branches, a rain soaked, nonexistent face pointed toward her and the tunnel she ran from. It stood motionless, simply observing as it always had, though the long pale fingers seemed to curl into fists as if in agitation. Yes she often peaked his interest...but she had entered his home...uninvited.