Oct 05, 2009 20:21
A Haunting
Dark clouds shrouded the moon and little light reached the waters below. Fog rose from the marsh, creeping towards the mainland like skeletal fingers reaching for prey.
The figure at the end of the dock shivered as the night seemed to close around him. He heard a rustling in the trees behind him and swore that a ghostly figure whispered his name.
He was reluctant to turn. The old legends told of creatures that haunted Sterling Creek - none of them had been proven conclusively right or wrong, but any local resident would tell you it was safer to be wary.
myownmuggle,
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