The figure in the mist

I was once walking along an old twisty track. I normally take the first left when instead I tool the first right. My friends all tell me it’s huanted, but I told them it’s not true. But to do this I had to have proof. So I was going down the first right and  all of a sudden mist came over. And that’s when it all happened; the face; the body and worst of all the scream. I never returned from that trip. Now I terrorise anyone else that goes on that path.


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