She emerged from the fog, just as ominous as the storm approaching. At first, all sound stopped. No whispers from nature, not even the wind. Then, quietly at first, it sounded like something tapping. Then, more frequent and demanding. Her body stretched up from the thick mist, forming a scary shadow. She flexed her long fingers, the tips of them creating paranormal whispers of an eerie voice, promising something foreboding. As she crept closer, you could feel the goosebumps forming, her presence a ghastly chill that left a sticky trail on your skin. You didn't dare run, lest she see you. Standing still, you tried to disappear, hoping to slip away without being seen. Just when you thought she might fade away, back into the dark nothing of the forest in the moonlight, she saw your shadow. Her body melted into a slime, the goo trailing where her form dissolved on the spot. You couldn't run. She dripped, moaning, calling to you, you were hers. The last thing you saw, were bubbles on the surface, an oil slick of a mud puddle.