Ghosting

Ch 4

My mind went blank as I struggled to remember why I was here.

The little camp site was deserted, as far as I could tell.

Then again what exactly had I expected?

"Hello?" I called tentatively.

I should have waited, should have at least told Jacob where I was.

It was no use telling Edward another one of my inclines of curiosity.

And even though he'd soon know from Alice would he willingly cross the barrier into

La Push? If I was in danger yes.

It was cold here.

An icy chill snaked its way down my spine.

Fear.

I suddenly had the feeling I was being watched.

"Hello?" again I called for a responsive.

Ok so I'm a magnet for trouble, it usually found me without me bothering to go looking for it. So why was I bothering.

I scanned the empty camp.

Picture perfect. It was exactly how it had looked in the paper.

And then as quickly as the fear had taken me it left and I knew why I was here.

So this was where the last ghost sighting had been.

I glanced towards my truck, half wondering if it would start driving itself down the road.

There was a sudden noise, a twig snapped somewhere ahead.

I was on high alert now.

Smoke had begun to rise from the deserted campfire.

That was the first thing that didn't make sense, the second was a large, dark blur shifted between the trees so quickly I must have been imagining it.

And then the wailing began.

It was a long eerie cry which emanated from the camp fire, the smoke to be exact.

Because what I had assumed to be smoke was taking on another form.

I stopped breathing; the long high pitched crying only grew more persistent.

The smoky thing, turned towards me.

A hollow face.

Deep sunken eyes bore into its floating skull, its mouth twisted into what might have meant to be a lopsided grin, but it was closer to an evil smirk.

The wailing paused.

My heart thudded violently against my ribcage.

Thing was changing color, a dull grey arm extended towards me. Its wispy fingers were like claws.

It wailed again, but the sound quickly converted into harsh laughter.

So stricken with terror, I didn't notice the figure approach from behind me.

But I felt the hand tighten on my shoulder.