Soft as Fog – Short Fiction

The lights went off.

I started shivering now. No, this was not something that I can take anymore.

What I thought initially to be a prank had, well, turned out not to be.

I could hear the sound of the door creaking.

I turned around to face the door.

Who could it be?

A figure emerged out of the darkness. It was a human shape but was not a human. A spirit as we call it.

It looked like white mist. Only the feet were pronounced and of a human shape but looked like it was made of snow. It looked soft as fog.

Almost like cotton candy.


A low grinding noise emerged from the shape.


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