By Heather Koerner
The path was overcast, the fog thick. The lights from the lanterns an eerie halo cast upon the darkness. Miranda glanced back several times as she made her way back to the hotel her family was staying at this night. Shifting shadows making monsters out of every tree and bush. She was jumpy enough thinking of the wake she would attend tomorrow night. Not even the full moon’s pale glow easing her journey homeward.
There was a snap of a twig behind her and she spun, seeing finally that not all monsters were made of shadow.