....my story.....

...has no title....

The eerie mist crept closer and closer, but slower and slower. So slow it was almost as if it was saviouring the moment. Like a cat finally stalking and taking it's prey. The mist licked up all my fear, knowing that i was too scared to run, otherwise i would have bolted ages ago. I couldn't take refuge in my parents world, the consequance being all of us die. It was better just me. Was better just me. Better just me. Just me. Me.

Imagine if fog was coming at you. You would probablly run forward to meet it. Have fun playing in the mist because you could be in your own world. A world of twirling smoke. Aworld of suprise....but it wasn't the mist i was afraid of. Ha, yeah right. Imagining things in the mist is a fun occupation according to me too. I was afraid of what was lurking in the mist. Waiting to get me. Drifting slightly behind to have the satisfaction of watching my knowledgable, knowledge that wasn't meant to exist in my brain, scared stiff expresion widen in impossibly more terror as his figure came into my line of sight. I could begin to see him now. His black outline swallowed as it was in the mists open mouth. I saw an evil smile rearrange the features on his face as he sauntered forward, ready to unleash the hounds of hell, and claim my soul...

What do you think so far?

that's a good story so far millie! hope your series of supernatural-related stories goes well for you! good luck!

Thanks, that's really the sort of encouragement i need!