Rose Madder

by Stephen King

where she ran and ran as if in a trackless wood or a shadowy maze, with the hoofbeats of some great animal behind her, a fearful insane creature which drew ever closer and would have her eventually, no matter how many times she twisted or turned or darted or doubled back.

Foreshadowing of the maze she runs through later? As an adult?

Her, for instance—look at what she was doing right now.

You're saving your life genius.