The Mist Rolls In (October 22nd)
The mist rolls in and everything becomes tainted by the cold, deadly hand of night.
They wait for me. I can hear them. I can feel their ugly eyes upon me. But I can’t see them.
I plunge on through these desolate woods, my heart hammering so violently, it’s hard to breathe. Every corner I round has me gasping, a painful burn building and scratching the inside of my throat. The trees are endless. The woods are a maze that will become my tomb.
They move closer. So close but I keep going.
Rain pours from the heavens, clouding my vision and sinking my feet deep into the damaged earth. Pulling me closer and closer to Hell.
“We know what you did, Sarah,” I hear their merciless whispers. “Did you think we were just going to let you get away?”
Something tears in my chest, burning my very core. They awaken the creature within me I have denied so vehemently I lulled myself into a false sense of security. But it’s too late now. They’ve found me.
I fall to the ground and cower. A fear greater than Them choking me. I wrap my arms tightly around myself and clutch tightly as if I can keep it inside.
I lose myself.
~ from the mind of my alter-ego Sophia Sparks
(Day Twenty-Two of Spooky Story Month)