Chased Through the Fog

I heard something moving in the fog behind me, so I stopped dead in my tracks.

The forest had gone completely silent. No birds, no crickets, nothing.

Just my breathing and the crunch of leaves under my boots. I'd been hiking

for hours, trying to find my way back to the trail, but everything looked

the same in this thick fog. Then I heard it again. Footsteps.

Matching my pace exactly. I spun around with my flashlight, but there was nothing

there. Just trees and mist. My heart was pounding. I started walking faster,

and the footsteps behind me sped up too. I wasn't alone out here.