It can't be Rex. You repeat that to yourself over and over again. It's impossible.
Repetition doesn't always lead to belief, however.
You force yourself to step outside. It's unusually cold for a summer night.
"I'm a rational person," you say out loud in case that helps. "There are no such things as ghosts." You cough, and raise your voice. "Who's there?"
You're not as rational as you had hoped, it would seem. While you see nobody standing out here now, for all the world it feels as if they are. You are overcome by the sensation that someone is watching you, but everywhere you look there is only fog.
The fear gets the better of you, and you feel completely exposed. The fog not only surrounds you, but seems to penetrate your skin and seep into your bones, taking a hold on you.
Unable to take it anymore, you dash inside and shut the door, making sure to lock it.
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