When fate comes calling
The #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?
She had felt this unrase for the past seven days, but nothing was concrete. But that feeling would not pass.
Not for the first did she withdraw behind the curtain turn on her...
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?
She had felt this unrase for the past seven days, but nothing was concrete. But that feeling would not pass.
Not for the first did she withdraw behind the curtain turn on her...