The Fog
A chill went down her spine when she heard it -- the hungry, wheezing, crackling noise that only belonged to one being in this world. With the utmost dread, she looked over her right shoulder to face the Fog itself. The ghostly cloud, stained red by the neon light on the storefront behind it crawled toward her slowly, tauntingly, but with the fervent intention of consuming her. Before she could run, she heard a voice behind her.