Posts Published by Christa Logue

Lone Wolf

I tug the edges of my jacket closer together against the chill of the late evening. Darkness has already descended and with it comes a finger-numbing coldness. My fingers are numb anyway. I should have worn gloves, but I didn’t bring them with me. I stare at my shoes as I wait in line to be admitted into the haunted house. Screams and laughs spill from the house alongside an eerie mist.

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