Rustling of leaves (READ DESC.!)

[sugarchai]

I keep looking back to the rustling of leaves, the gentle wind blowing my fur backwards. But I still see nothing but the quiet leaves, but nonetheless, I expect something worse to come from those bushes as if to grab me out of reality and eat me alive. I have no idea why I have this fear, but I can't shake it. I turn my head forward, keeping my eye back towards my tail. Then pain, then blackness, then the rustling of leaves.