MissIvyQuinn
She thought she was alone in the foggy streets of Derry. Cold seeped through her coat, through her bones, until a voice, soft and impossibly familiar, whispered her name. When she looked up, there was a dark opening to the storm drain next to her. The longer she stared into the dark, the more it almost seemed to shimmer with a pale blue hue, like light trapped beneath water. A faint breeze brushed her skin, soft and deliberate, as if the darkness itself were breathing.
"Come closer," the voice said, soft, soothing, she didn't even notice the few steps closer she took towards it.