The pale mist coates the windows and trees
It seems to be dancing
A noise cries out in the distance
A chill runs up my spine
The snow covers my costume
And hers, and his, and theirs
A short girl drifts past me
Drifts?
I turn quickly
She’s gone
No wait
There she is
A scream is etched on her face.
Her hair matted down the sides of her face
She is nearly translucent
“Look” I say
“I don’t see anything”
I leave the group
I slowly make my way toward her
She walks through the crowd
Gasps ring out as she passes through people
“Did it just get colder”
“I suddenly got a headache”
She walks into the mist close to the old oak
I follow
I turn
I hold in a scream
Translucent figures wander aimlessly
Winding around the thicket of trees
A tap on my foot
I look down
A skeletal hand gropes out of the ground
I scream
She is lost in the horde now
No
She is running at me
Eyebrows pulled in
Grotesque features twisted into something resembling anger
Cold
Ice cold
My eyes flutter shut
I fall as if in slow motion
I feel hands from the ground
Trying to pull me down further
Then it stops
I open my eyes
I see the canopy above me
I sit up
The figures start to dissolve
In a swirl of wind
They turn into a fog that fills my lungs
So heavy it’s hard to breathe
I turn and run
I’m back in the group
I look over my shoulder
I see her
She smiles with pity and disappears
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