Not Every Chase Is What You Think

“She thought she was alone in the forest… but then she heard footsteps behind her,

getting closer and closer. A shadowy figure moved between the trees,

the glint of a knife barely visible in his hand. Her breath quickened as she started to

run, branches whipping past her while his footsteps pounded after her.

He wasn’t stopping… and neither was she. She burst into a clearing and spun

around as the man skidded to a stop. He held up the knife—along with a broken piece of rope—and said,

out of breath, ‘Wait! You dropped your camping gear!’ Not every chase is what

you think.