Ecstacy turned to terror however, when I saw white robes and torches in their hands. I had been lost in the forest for days, my hope of rescue fading with each passing hour. But now, a possible salvation seemed to be in sight. I cautiously approached the horses, but as I drew closer, I noticed the riders were not people, but rather, something far more sinister.
The riders were hooded figures, their faces hidden in the shadows of their cloaks. They moved with an eerie grace, and each seemed to be carrying something in their hands. As I watched in horror, I realized what they were carrying were not torches, but rather, burning crosses.
The riders stopped and dismounted, forming a circle around me. I was too terrified to move, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel their eyes upon me, and I knew I was in grave danger. I was about to turn and run when one of the riders stepped forward.
“We have been sent here to cleanse this land of evil,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “You must come with us, and you will be judged.”
I had no choice but to comply, and I followed them into the darkness. I have no idea what happened to me after that, but I never saw the horses or the riders again. To this day, I still feel their presence, watching me from the shadows.
