#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?

Looking out on the road there in the distance next to where she knows the church stands, is a figure leaning against the wall. When the figure looks up all she sees is the red of his eyes staring straight at her.

She breaths...