Shadows In The Mist

he pressures of her everyday life and focus on her writing. But as she pul

mote corner of the woods, surrounded by trees and the sound of a nearby creek, it was the id

coast and enveloping everything in a thick, white shroud. But she had never experienced one be

om the trunk of the car. As she made her way to the cabin, the mist seemed to

ings. The mist had swallowed everything up, leaving her feeling adrift and lost.

slamming it shut behind her. She leaned against it for a mo

, with a wood-burning stove in the corner and a comfortable-looking couch. But the

at she was just being silly, that there was nothing to be afraid of. She

trying to focus on the task at hand. She had a deadline loomi

ange shadows on the walls and making her feel like she was being watched. Rebecca couldn't sha

t the blank page in front of her. But the words refused to come. She couldn't concentrat

against the glass and peering out into the mist. But all she

ting and swirling around the cabin in strange patterns. Rebecca tried to tell herself that it was just her imag

trate on the words. Every time she looked up, the mist seemed to have crept a lit

low. Rebecca was still unable to shake the feeling that she was bein

unding in her chest. She couldn't see anything in the mist, but she ha

trees. She froze, listening intently. But the noise q

ng ridiculous, she told herself. There was nothing out

, she couldn't shake the feeling that som

d clear her head. But as she lay in bed, listening to the sound of the

took her, and she drifte

day. Rebecca felt silly for her fear the night before. It had just been a trick of th

that something was still wrong. The woods around her seemed diffe

ting, but the words still wouldn't come. She couldn't conc

a walk in the woods, hoping to clear her head, but the trees seeme

shaking with fear. Something was wrong, she was

she could. She never returned to the woods again, haunted by the f