[b]Nowhere, USA
Population: 3284
12:04 AM[/b]

	A modest log cabin home sits in an open field, on one side, a chain-link fence separates the property from a corn field. On the other side of the field, a large cluster of trees, with a river running through it. The sun had set hours ago, but only now was a mist rising, spreading out from the forest, and quickly enveloping a sizable portion of the town. It enveloped a large portion of a cornfield. It crept around the new housing development. It settled on a cattle grazing field. It even rolled several blocks down main street.

	And it completely swallowed up the field, with the solitary modest log cabin.

	From out of the trees, through the mist, a soft, glowing light came drifting toward the house. It approached a window, stopping just outside of it. There was a scratching sound on the glass, and the occupant inside stirred. She sat up, drowzy, but smiled at the small light outside her window.

	"Do you wanna play?" It didn't answer. The child hopped out of her bed, sneaked out of her room and down the hall. She slipped into a coat, and boots, and left the front door wide open as she hopped down the steps of her front porch, the light shining just above.

	She trotted across the field, toward the trees and the sound of the rushing river, giggling the whole way as the light bobbed this way and that, leading her along.

	She went down a path, turning this way and that, her spectral playmate just ahead, and above, until they got to a point where the house couldn't be seen through the trees. It flew up high, and she stopped just under it, reaching up as she laughed, hopping in place, reveling in the pale, blue-white glow.

	Then the light turned bright red. She blinked a few times, as if only just waking up. Her eyes went wide as she stared at the light, and began to shake, frightened.

	"...Muh, Maw- Mommy! MOMMY!!" She turned and ran as fast as she could, but she didn't know which way she was going- the light began swooping down at her, giving shrill screams as it chased her, the only sound the girl could hear over the river. It came down to her level, moving along the path as it closed in on the girl.

	She risked a glance back- 

	And fell.

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	Her grandfather bolted upright, waking up to the screams. He rushed as best as he could, but running was out of the question at his age. He practically jumped into his boots, clad only in sweat-pants and an under-shirt, flashlight in hand. It couldn't even penetrate the mist, but he still tried to search, swinging it this way and that as he called out to the child.

	"Moira!... Moooiiiiraaaa!!" He continued, in a Scottish accent, trotting this way and that, calling out as his daughter dialed emergency services. He kept calling to her, even after the girls screams went quiet...


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[center][u][color=red][h1]NIGHT TERRORS[/h1][/color][/u][/center]

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[b]ONE WEEK LATER...[/b]