The Child

Risa suddenly shot a ball of light in the young girl's direction.

The ball of light seemed to swallow the mist as the surroundings became much clearer to Jason and Risa.

The trees surrounding them had grown much apart and the path had also gotten wider.

Though it wasn't an optimal place to fight, it was much better than the closely packed trees they had left behind.

"Grandma, do ghosts exist?" Jason couldn't help but ask as he remembered the horror stories told to him in the orphanage.

"They do exist but not in places like this. Also, ghosts can't make any sounds." She replied without turning her gaze away from the incoming figure.

Maybe her version of ghosts was different than the ones Jason was used to.

As though stuck in a horror movie, Jason felt that time had slowed by ten times. A few seconds felt like minutes as the figure kept on moving forward.

'Finally…' Jason sighed in relief as the figure finally appeared out of the fog.