The Mysterious Fog


The Mysterious Fog

By Sara Bell Welles

I was walking down the street, when I bumped into some fog.

Terror gripped me as I heard the sounds of footsteps and heavy breathing.

I hid around the corner, but when I moved, I ran into something.

“You forgot your lunch, Billy.” It had been my dad the whole time.

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