This story is a supernatural-thriller. There may be violence, adult
language and possibly adult content. Reader discretion is advised. All
those who are not of a mature age should be advised against reading
this until they are ready.
By: Lacrea Moonlight
The mist seemed to rise all around her. It shifted and drifted as
if it were alive, as if it had a mind of its own and that disturbed her
more than anything at the moment. It was so cold, this mist, that Jessica
could have sworn she felt it in her very bones. She hoped to god that this
dream- if indeed it were a dream- would end.
Movement in the mist drew her attention. The ever-thickening fog
surrounding her hid whatever was there with her. Suddenly Jessica felt more
alone than she had ever been. Some unseen force that hid in the darkness
surrounded her and was suffocating her. The area around her was so bleak
and unremarkable; no grass, no houses, no trees, nothing. It was all just
An unexpected gasp filled the air along with the sound of something
dragging slowly startled her. Jessica stood stock-still. Someone or
something was here with her! She only hoped it was peaceful and harmless.
Another breath and that sickening, achingly slow dragging noise. It was
maddening. Her heart sped and she could hear the furiously pounding blood
in her ears. Adrenaline rushed through her body, anticipating what she
would face. Her imagination ran away with ideas and possibilities.
The mist began to part before her and it revealed... a girl. The
girl could have been no older than seventeen years; long reddish-brown hair
that hung limply around her pale skinned face. Her brown eyes were dull and
lifeless, sinking into her skull. As she approached, she struggled for
breath; each one sounded hoarse and scratchy. She dragged her injured right
leg behind her. The girl's lips were parted slightly as she limped and
dragged her way over, a small dribble of saliva slowly trekked down her
Jessica almost called over to her but hesitated. She felt badly for
the girl's predicament, but she felt the best way was to play this whole
thing safe rather than sorry. As the girl got closer and the mist parted
somewhat, Jessica saw she wore all black: flowing dress-pants, dress
spaghetti-strap shirt, long dressy over-shirt that reached her ankles and
boots. The odd thing, Jessica noticed, was that it all seemed to hang off
of her body and flow around her like she was too small to wear them. She
slowly walked over to the girl whom kept struggling her way over in her
"Are you all right? Are you hurt? Is something wrong?" she
questioned the girl softly as she laid her hands on the girl's shoulders.
The girl leaned against Jessica and made a soft mewing sound before she
pulled away and smiled. Jessica's jaw fell wide open and her face contorted
in terror as she moved away from the girl. The girl who had a smile filled
with razor-sharp, needle-thin teeth.
She never even got to scream. She wasn't that fast.