Whispers of the Mist: Watty Awards

Whispers of the Mist: Chapter Two

Whispers of the Mist: CHAPTER TWO

After what seemed like mere seconds, the rain had ended, leaving a mist to coat the air. I had adjusted myself with my back on the, surprisingly sturdy, railing that curved to the right of the stairs. It was right in front of the window so I could see everything, that's how I knew it wasn't hectically raining anymore.

I decided I was going to go through with the plan I had made while resting at the windowsill. I was going to get out of this building for a little bit and try to find any information on Ravenna Darian Shane, on myself is what I mean. News articles, maybe there was a local paper area that I could find. Or maybe, if I was lucky, people would still be talking about my disappearance. If they even knew about it.

I gathered myself up and dusted my clothes off, grabbing a hold of the railing to support myself when I had to fix my shoes. I straightened up with a sigh and walked down the set of stairs that led to the back doors of the shed.

They were locked, two big dead bolts in the middle, and a looped around and tied chain on the door handles. All of it was rusted with age and the crack at the top that allowed rain to seep through.

"Well, they were complicated." I snorted a little, amused that someone had locked the back but not the front.

I stepped off the bottom stair and took a sharp turn towards the front of the shed. When I exited the shack I looked at my surrounding.

To the right, it was pure woods. No civilization would be dumb enough to locate in there. To the left, it led towards the main roads, it was where I had come from when I had fell upon this place.

I picked up my right foot and set it front of the left and started walking that way.

It was a good mile, take or give a little. Along the way I heard croaking's of frogs and the rustle of the trees as the wind slivered through the air with a sharp edge. I figured winter was right around the corner with the look-sees of around here. The leaves had already began to form into shriveled up masses and the grass had been turned yellow and brown pretty much everywhere you looked.

A thick fog was covering from the middle mark of the trees and going down to the ground, it was thinner towards the ground, enough to where I could see where I was headed. If I looked back I could still see the faint outline of the shack in the distance.

Around ten minutes into the walk I was panting slightly from all the walking and the chill of the evening. It had even began to drizzle.

"Great, my luck persists to descend." I grumbled. I pulled the sweater I had grown use to down and crossed my arms, tucking my hands into my sides to get warmer.

"Freshhhhh......" I stopped in my tracks and turned around.

"Hello?!" I shouted, then I scolded myself. If someone was out there why would I draw there attention to me?

"Fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh...." the voice chanted in a soft whisper. My heartbeat had spiked up drastically and I was frozen in spot.

Even though the voice sounded far off it scared the heck out of me.

My eyes darted around before I started walking again, my pace faster than before.

'Stupid, no one can see you so you don't have anything to worry about!'

"Fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh...." I gulped when the voice returned seconds later and I knew for a fact that it was closer.

"Fresh!"

I screamed when I heard the voice right in my ear and I twisted around to fast and landed in a pile on the ground.

A distant, rusty chuckle sounded close by and I stifled a scream but shaking from fear had overcome my body and it was hard to stand back up.

"Who's there?" I finally got out after multiple failed attepts. I was walking backwards, toward the roads that were still a good ten minutes away, as I said this and there was a reply.

"Freshhhh......." it was not a whisper this time and it came from behind me. I gasped and stopped walking, not wanting to but something made me turn towards the voice and I almost screamed again. My hands shot up to my mouth and I stumbled back a couple steps.

Not even fifty foot in front of me stood.....something. A man looking creature with knee length raggedy black hair, skin that was deathly wrinkled and white, nails a gross yellow color and so long they were curled at the end, and the most striking feature. His eyes were pure crimson red, the only other color was the black around the iris.

I knew for a fact that it was looking at me and speaking to me as the creature slowly grinned, revealing grimy yellow-brown teeth and said in a worn out but defined voice, "Fresh meat!"