Quite Stream

Quietly, he ran past the stream, in fear for his life. He did not know who it was , or what it was, but he knew it was coming. Something deep inside him recalled a memory of his gone and distant childhood.
“You wouldn’t mumsy, would you? Not your little mumsy pumsy.” He shuddered in memory of his dead hagmother. While he was nitedreaming, it creped up behind him. Of course, it is plainly obvious what happens next, so I will leave you at this unfortunate and awkward spot in this story.