Imagine my horror when that sandpaper started to move. I could feel it scratching against my skin, pulling me closer to the ground. Panic set in as I tried to crawl away, but the rough surface only tore at my flesh. That’s when I heard it. A faint scraping sound, growing louder with each passing second. I looked up to see a pair of glowing eyes staring back at me, just beyond the edge of the sandpaper. I was trapped, alone and defenseless, at the mercy of whatever was lurking in the darkness.
