A menacing force was dragging me deeper into the enveloping fog.
Was this a dream or for real this time?
I felt the cold, calmy, and wet claws. I could not describe them as hands as I was slowly being dragged into the fog. With each second passing, I could feel life draining from my face, heart, and body.
I was petrified
The smell was of death and decay.
I tried to scream, but the scream became stuck in my throat.
This is not fair. I thought I was young and had my whole life ahead of me…
End of Storytime Part One
I enjoy the mystery of the fog
Speak Your Peace –