A girl was walking through the woods, after having strayed from her guardians. She was a girl of about ten, and her name was Sara. She came upon a marsh she hadn't known about. It was deep, and it hid a terrible secret. But she didn't know that, only that her mother had told her about a monster that lived in marshes just like this. The Grindylow. It preyed on children who wandered away, dragging them down to be devoured among the reeds and water. Suddenly, a form rose from the mud around her. It was human like, with very long, very pointy fingers, and bloody maw that gaped at the sight of her. She froze with terror. The Grindylow, something that couldn't be real, was standing before. She snapped out of her frozen state and started to run. It ran after her, gaining on her with every step. If she could only make it back to her parents, it go away, and they would protect her. The Grindylow let out a terrifying bellow, euphoric at the thought of its intended meal. She could see her parent's farm, just outside of the forest surrounding the marsh. She began to run faster than she ever ran before. What's that, child? Did ahead make it? Of course she did. I'm here now, aren't I?