“Best be heading home now lad, don’t want the lady to get ya,” shouted an old, dirty beggar on the street.
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“What do you mean by the lady?” I questioned him.
“Haven’t your parents warned you before about the lady of the mist?” he asked me.
“Let me tell ya then. A long time ago, maybe a hundred years back, a young girl about 15 was walking home on a dark, foggy night when all of a sudden she sees the tall figure of a men coming out of the mist. She noticed even from a distance that he had something sharp and pointy in his hand, she was frightened to run away, she was rooted to the ground with fear and she couldn’t find her voice to scream or cry out for help. As he advanced toward her she noticed a wild, malicious look in his eyes. His hands were coated with a red-brown layer of something; she could only guess what it was.
Her heart pounded swiftly from fear and finally she found the courage to turn and run away, she kept running but it was to dark to see anything. She ran right into the Kensawa River. The very river that we stand by now. Her parents found her body by the riverbed in front of their house the next morning.
That’s why you need to get home in case she decides to find someone to keep her company for eternity,” he finished.
“What happened to the man she saw?” I inquired of him.
“Nobody knows,” the man replied.
“I think I’ll be going now,” I told him. I started to run, as fast as my legs could take me, out of the village.
“Hurry home, boy!” the beggar called after me.
As I got of the village I started to slow down to a fast pace. “Only a few more minutes and I’ll be home,” I thought to myself. As I walked into the large, grassy clearing near my house I heard a high, moaning-like wail. “Couldn’t be some of those things he said are impossible. The lady of the mist is just a legend,” I reassured myself. It began to grow misty in the clearing.
“What was that?” I said aloud to no one in particular. I started to walk more swiftly. It was just a few more yards to my house.
“Won’t someone come play with me? I’m so lonely.”
“Who said that?” I asked fearful of an answer.
I saw a soft blue glow coming from behind a tree to my right. I was afraid to say anything. Slowly the blue glow moved into the clearing. I could see that it was a small girl with long pale hair thrown over her shoulders. She was in a long white flowing dress. What scared me was that she was floating about ten feet up in the air.
“Play with me please,” she cried, ”I want to play but I haven’t any friends. Will you be my friend?”
“N-No, I have to get home,” I stuttered.
“Play with me first! Lets go swimming!” she shrieked in a shrill voice. I took off running toward my house. I could hear her wailing behind me. I looked over my shoulder in horror to see her following me.
“Keep running you’re almost home,” I said to myself. There I could see my house. “Just a little farther,” I encouraged myself. I reached for the door, something grabbed my shoulder! I screamed, ”Let go of me!” I spun around and came face to face with my father.
“What’s the matter boy, you look like you just saw a ghost?”