Stalking Nightmares

You are lost in the forest like Red Riding Hood.  Someone is following, you cannot see them.  The sky is darker than ink.  You hear the follower slowly making its way closer and closer.  The footsteps are slow.  Branches rustle as the wind soars through the bare trees.  Many twigs are broken by each step.  They snap and echo. The trees are faintly visible.  The sky is blind.   There are no stars.  There is no moon.  The footsteps become louder and quicker.  Fingers dig into your throat.  Your lungs are tied into a deadly knot.  You try to scream.  Nothing.  You close your eyes, hoping it will all end.  You wake up in bed, panting, and covered in cold sweat.