Mantle inspired writing

It was bad; he was after me. He was getting closer and closer. I didn't know what to do. He was brandishing a knife. Oh no a knife. I ran and ran. He was coming. All I could see was dark misty trees. It was so foggy that you could almost choke on the strange mist. He was dressed in black and was shouting,
"You were the one." I only had one hope.
I screamed,"Help !"
The birds flew as fast as they could out of the trees. They flew west. It was hard to see but I kept on running. He was still coming after me. It was now 4'o clock in the morning. I heard a voice - it sounded like an old lady. I ran into her house - it was small. She put on some warm cocoa for me. There was a knock at the door. I started to cry. The old lady said,"Don't worry It's only my husband."

It was an old humble man standing on the doorstep with a big sack on his back filled with wood. She let me sleep in her house but I was uneasy. I told her everything but she became angry....