#WritcoStoryChallenge
The streetlights were dim as the mist enclosed it in its mysterious grip. She peered out of her window into the darkness, was there someone out there or was it her imagination ?

Or was it something there, even it had anything to do with her presence?

She took a deep breath, inhale, exhale, refresh the oxigen in and out of her lungs for a couple minutes. Wish that nothing would be worse than a boy or a cat, or at any cost that's running home and already broke one of...