Oct 22

What I saw in the Mist

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 


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


She is running at me

Eyebrows pulled in

Grotesque features twisted into something resembling anger


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