Project Wölfe Write

#2

"Sometimes you find yourself in the middle of nowhere, and sometimes on the middle of nowhere you find yourself."

Eliot tread carefully down the icy, snow-covered street. A freezing gust of wind blew by, making her wrap her coat around herself even tighter.

The brown-haired girl looked up. The snow had stopped falling. Wait... It had only stopped falling around her.

Lining the street on each side was a row of trees. On the inside of the trees where the road was, no snow fell. On the outside where others could look in and barely see Eliot walking down the street, snow was falling.

"I don't know where I am," she whispered to herself. "How did I get lost so easily in the town I grew up in?"

Glancing around, Eliot looked for something familiar but found nothing.

She peered at the ground behind her. There were no tracks in the snow. None at all.

Looking ahead of her again, she realized that, despite the cold, her breath did not come out in little white puffs of vapor.

Eliot was confused. What was going on? Why were her telltale signs that she was actually there suddenly gone?

Her bright blue eyes widened as she pieced the puzzle together.

She was dead.

Just a mere ghost.