The Wood
by Guy N Smith
Cold as death, the sudden mist seeped and coiled through the wood. Naked and terror stricken, the girl floundered ever deeper through the undergrowth and the clinging black mud, desperate to escape her pursuer. But in front a worse horror waited. For with the mist came the figures from the past — from many pasts — lurching through the blinding whiteness, reaching out to clutch, choke and smother the wood!