Black Ghost- A Lone Howl Halloween story

By President Loki

(Part two of One)

Curiously, today felt different. The Black Ghost story still hanging on the back of her mind, she ventured her way through the trees with a slight hint of wariness. Ghost stories always fascinated Quiet, but they also gave her a sense of fear and precaution. It usually took her a day or so to get the details of the story out of her mind, freeing her of any additional anxiety.

The longer that she walked the more anxious she felt, and soon she was looking around, casting glances over her shoulder every few steps. The undeniable feeling of being watched had overtaken her, and it caused her fur to tingle all along her body. And yet, she couldn’t see, smell, nor hear any sort of hint as to there being another living soul out in the forest with her. Even the birds and squirrels seemed quiet for such a well-weathered day.

Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore and stopped in her tracks. Pivoting, she looked slowly around at the brightly colored forest surrounding her, scanning it for anything that could be tracking her movement with steel eyes. She circled twice, unable to find any sort of sign that she was being followed, but as she turned back the way that she had come for a third time, she was met with the face of a very fluffy black wolf. His eyes were white, a foggy sort of pale gray with no life in them at all. He was inches away, dry nose puffing hot air into her face, and although he was far taller than she, his eyes were directly level with her’s. Had Quiet been able to make a sound, she would’ve screamed; but her silence kept her from reacting in fear. Being mute kept her oddly calm in situations such as this, and even as fear spiked through her body, she stayed rooted.

When she blinked he was gone, as was any sort of trace that he had existed at all. Slowly turning her head once more she searched for him, but seeing nothing, she set off back towards her home in unnerved angst.