PREFACE
The old dirt road was at the edge of the park in the small town within the Northeastern Pennsylvania area. To an outsider, it seemed innocuous, shrouded in trees while stretching down toward the Road Closed sign that guarded an even deeper brush. Brush shrouding the lore and legend of that surrounding land.
Among such lore was a tale of pale blue mist that after nightfall, arose from the ground and became especially dense during a full moon. Celestial orbs also danced about, casting their light while weaving in and out of the swirling mist.
During the day, one might see individuals walking, jogging, and biking along this path. After sunset, however, not a soul could be found and those that might attempt would turn back rather quickly, often for a reason unexplainable.
On this night during the Spring Equinox, the moon was full, lighting up the path as the mist started to arise and dance. Few cars were passing by, usually with the driver keeping his or her eyes forward, though every so often, a certain curious folk might try catching sight of the legendary mist.
Midnight passed, and the hours inched their way closer to daybreak. Then another month would pass, and the road remaining still as someone lying in wait.
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