Fictive Fun Posts
The fog rolled off the highlands and down the moors with surprising speed. The early afternoon sun was clouded and the now cooler air made it feel more like dusk. We couldn’t have been but about 300 yards from the manor, yet I couldn’t even see the large residence through this fog.
The sky held the barest glimmer of light this morning as I was jostled out of bed by the sound of a horrific shriek. I fumbled with the matches to light the lantern as my hands shook and another bone-chilling scream echoed through the manor. The lantern slowly filled the room with sliding shadows as all went quiet minus the howling wind of the moors.