Fog obliterated dawn. In our ten years, we’d never seen mist like this. Muffling the world like a thick snowfall. A person at arm’s length, just a blur.
Eagerly, we set out across the meadow. Talking loudly, to show the fog we feared it not.
Suddenly it loomed. Big and dark. Stopping us cold.
The old mansion, so pale and unassuming in the sunlight.
Silently we crept up the porch. The old house creaking and sighing around us.
An icy gust made something keen.
A chair moves.
A white shape seen through the windows.
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