I ran into someone today who said he was running from a Tall Man. He said the Tall Man killed his friends, and now the Tall Man was coming for him, slowly, chasing him across the country. He said there were others like himself. Called them 'Runners'. They all had their own, different stories, they all had their own, different demons following them, but in the end, they all had that in common--they were running, and the devil followed.
He saw the state of my clothes, the pack on my back, the suitcase at my side, and asked me what I was running from.