The Wood

Cold as death, the sudden mist seeped and coiled through the wood.

Naked and terror-stricken, the girl floundered ever deeper through the undergrowth and the clinging black mud, desperate to escape her pursuer.

But in front a worse horror waited.

For with the mist came the figures from the past – from many pasts – lurching through the blinding whiteness, reaching out to clutch and choke and smother...