#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 maybe she was tired. Overworked and fatigued. She rubbed her eyes while yawning. A cup of coffee might do some good. She was about to lean back inside when she caught sight of a movement far away. Was that a white dot flickering? She squinted and kept watching. Soon, more white dots...