Prologue
It was a cold night and the fact that it was foggy made it worst. A teenage girl was walking home along the lake. She had walked that path many times, in warm weather and in cold. She was so familiar with it she knew exactly how many steps to walk and the directions. Now she was thinking to herself and didn't notice that the fog was getting thicker. At this point the atmosphere was white and when she noticed, the fog was traveling up her nostrils and down her throat. It smothered her with its big white arms and if anyone had been around, they would've heard her scream. Long high shrieks of terror, a sound more horrible than nails scraping a chalkboard. If anyone had been there, they would've heard the loud thump of her body fall to the ground and the fog retreating and clearing slowly.
The police and doctors say she died of suffocation but how she was robbed of air is unknown. But the elderly people, people who know far more than people know now, are whispering, talking about an ancient something, something evil.
What they're talking about … three children are about to find out.