Don Gilman
ASIN: B0727LYR3H
Publisher: unknown
Pages: 52
The scent of damp earth woke him. He could smell the rich loam pressed against his face and knew his fate was sealed. He had been taken below the ground, beneath the twisted oak, behind the hill. That thing had him now, and in a little while he was sure it would kill him.Eric had been bound from ankles to shoulders in a cocoon of tree roots; he was wrapped so tightly in its embrace he could scarcely breathe. It seemed that with every breath he was squeezed tighter. Soon he wouldn’t be able to breathe at all.He was lying on his right side, looking into a dark grotto his tormentor had dug. A thin golden light filtered down from the ceiling, motes of dust sparkling suspended in the chamber. There was just enough light for him to take stock of his surroundings. The light began to fade. The hole in the tree was closing. In a matter of moments it would snap shut and the darkness would be ...