#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?
Her breath fogged up the glass as she leaned closer, straining her eyes to see through the thick veil of mist ❄️. Shadows danced and shifted, playing tricks on her mind 🕷️. A chill ran down her spine, and she instinctively pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders 🧸.
Then, she saw it—movement 🚨. Just a faint blur at first, but unmistakable. Her heart quickened, thudding in her chest ❤️. She squinted, focusing on the figure that seemed to emerge from the mist 👻. It was tall, cloaked in darkness, and moving slowly toward her house 🏠.
She stepped back from the window, her pulse racing 💨. Who would be out there at this hour? 🕰️ And why? 🤔
Her mind raced with possibilities 🤯. Could it be a lost traveler? 🗺️ A neighbor in need? 🤝 Or something more sinister? 😱 She grabbed her phone, her Fingers trembling as she hesitated to call for help 🤔. What if it was nothing? What if it was just her overactive imagination, spurred on by the eerie night 🌃? But the figure grew closer, more defined now 👀. It stopped at the edge of her yard, standing still in...