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Fear paralyzed me as the dark figure began to move with grotesque celerity in my direction.
I turned off the flashlight, but that only made things worse. It was now swaying more violently, as if trying to break out of an invisible straitjacket to reach me.
My mind was screaming “Run, run away!”, but my body refused to obey it. I was petrified, watching helplessly as the shadow approached.
I gathered my strength and began to throw food to lighten my weight and gain speed uphill. I even considered dropping my entire backpack to escape the menacing presence.
I made it to the cable car, that apparent safe haven. I waited until dawn, hoping that my pursuer was just a harmless hiker. But no one else appeared.
At sunrise, I finally dared to descend the mountain. The glowing daylight dispelled my fear, but I can never completely banish the nagging doubt:
What was that dark shadow that relentlessly stalked me through the black night?