Tree trunks lined the road, a mist rolling between them. Each footstep was hard and terrible.
The echoing of the siren songs rang behind me and I quickened my pace. From ahead, it sounded like a car accident; the terrible clash and tinkling of steel as the pieces fell to the ground afterward, except repeated.
I lifted my flashlight, pointing it at the trees on my right. Through the fog I could see the faint shapes of the ghosts shambling slowly in the evening air. One turned towards me and I pulled my illumination back ahead of me.
I shivered.
4 comments:
Whoa neat!
is this possibly from that old story idea you had where the town fogs over and people start disappearing?
Maybe. It would have been an unintentional reference. I was just trying to be Halloweeny/spooky.
haha well thats neat.... but where you thinking of ever writing that story or are you scraping it?
Well I guess I actually don't know exactly the story you're referring to so I guess I kind of have to scrap it maybe?
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