The Shadow Hill

Chapter 2

The Journey Begins

I followed the lanterns, their warm glow a beacon in the encroaching darkness. As I moved closer, I noticed that each lantern was carefully spaced, forming a makeshift path through the fog. The shadows, which had been so menacing moments before, seemed to retreat in the face of the lantern's light.

Despite the temporary relief, the oppressive weight of the fog pressed heavily on my shoulders. The air was thick and damp, making it hard to breathe and causing my breath to come out in visible puffs. I tried to steady my pace, but my heart raced with each step, and my legs felt like they were wading through thick mud.

As I continued, the fog seemed to whisper, the voices blending into a haunting melody that made my skin crawl. I couldn't make out the words, but the tone was unmistakably unsettling. My eyes darted around, searching for any sign of movement or danger, but all I could see was the relentless fog and the wavering glow of the lanterns.

Suddenly, I stumbled over something solid hidden beneath the fog—a weathered wooden sign barely visible in the dim light. I knelt down to inspect it, brushing away the dirt and fog that obscured the engraving. The sign read: "Those who wander far from the path will be lost forever."

My heart sank as I realized the gravity of Ellen's warning. I stood up quickly, brushing the dirt from my hands, and pressed on with renewed determination. The lanterns provided a narrow corridor of safety, but I knew I had to remain vigilant.

The fog grew even denser, and the shadows seemed to pulse and shift with an almost malevolent intent. Each time I glanced over my shoulder, I thought I saw dark shapes moving just out of sight. I quickened my pace, desperate to put distance between myself and the creeping dread that seemed to follow me.