No Such Thing || Forte & Sharron
@ghostlyoracle
The first early morning rays were filtered through a light fog as her feet hit the pavement. It was chilly, but her fleece leggings and long-sleeved shirt were enough to retain sufficient body heat to keep her from freezing once she got going. She loved the early mornings for their silence, the only sounds were of her feet hitting the pavement, and her breathing as she tried to control it.
Every morning she tried to run in a different direction to better learn the lay of the land. That morning she had been unknowingly running toward the mountain, toward the forest. As she scanned its edge, something caught her eye. A figure in the distance? It was hard to tell from farther away.
In an almost trance-like state she continued to run, until about thirty feet away she could see it a little clearer. The sight stopped her in her tracks, and her eyes widened. It certainly had the appearance of a rather tall person, but with a spectral quality. Forte suddenly realized where she was, and the legends associated with the place.
There’s no such thing as ghosts, there’s no such thing as ghosts. She rubbed her eyes, repeating to herself. When she opened them, though, the figure was still there. What if it was a ghost? what was she supposed to do? You can’t fight ghosts with a sword. She could run, but was frozen in place. All she could do was stare, and hope it went the other way.
