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Author's Note: This is a drabble collection of Halloween inspired prompts from MelWolfgirl and MidnightStar.
False Hope
Prompt: Fog
Prompter: MelWolfgirl
She could see the fog outside the window, it wasn't a large window but it was her only contact with the outside world. He had grabbed her when she went outside to get the mail. She had forgotten to get it on the way in that afternoon. He had had her for one full week.
At first she had prayed to G-d to save her but no one came. Then she had prayed to her people's traditional gods and still, here she sat. Finally she had begun to pray to her ancestors, prayed that they would send the tribe's ancient protectors to her. Nothing.
As the fog grew thicker outside, the man approached her with white rope and a soft white feather. It was then that she realized that no one would ever come, not ever again.
Charlie walked up the steps to the woman's house. She had been a newlywed and now he had to tell her husband that she was never coming home to him again. That they had failed to find her alive. This was still his least favorite part of the job.