The mist

The mist came she saw the darkness engulfed her. He was trapped she could not escape. All of a sudden her worst childhood memories came back to her. She was in tears begging for mercy. Then she saw an outstretched hand appear. In a kind of trance she walked towards it. The hand grew talons as sharp as knives , but she couldn't stop herself, she just kept on walking. The hand drew back and a ghastly figure appeared. Nobody knows what it is and what it looks like and if they do it is already too late. The hand slashed a perfect ark slicing cleanly through her skin her bone her soul. Her face peeled off and the creature took her.