January 7, 2014

January 7th, 2014 StoryStarter prompt: The fog blended with the snow, creating a nightmarish white landscape where shrouded trees and creepy sounds of nature resided...

It was early morning, and the sun should have been up by the time I'd laced my running shows and headed out the front door for a quick run. It was warmer than it had been for the past several days, the thermometer finally registering a temperature above the freezing mark. 

Lingering patches of snow had left the ground several degrees cooler than the actual air temperature, causing fog to settle into every nook and cranny among the shrouded trees along the paved trail.

Every sound of nature was magnified and my feet seemed to slap the pavement with a little more noise than usual. My breathing was even magnified by the fog. 

It should have been a beautiful morning, a peaceful run along a trail I'd taken hundreds of times. But I couldn't stop thinking about the two women who had been strangled in the last month. Police were slow to call it the work of a serial killer, though the crimes were eerily similar, for fear of throwing the small mountain community into an all-out panic.

My imagination was working overtime and I swore that in addition to the sound of my feet striking the pavement, I heard another pair not too far behind me. The creepy sensation that someone was watching me caused the hair on the back of my neck to stand up.

I started to pick up my pace. I knew the end of the trail connected with a busy street in about one mile, and I could outrun whatever it was that I perceived was out there, lurking in the fog. 

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Lori L. Clark

Lori L. Clark currently resides in Hazelwood, MO with three rescue dogs. When Lori isn't listening to the voices in her head, waiting for the next creative inspiration to strike, she also loves to read, run, paint pet portraits and save dogs. Email Lori at

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