#Chapter 188: Just the Wind

Ava The car rattled along the road, the only sound that of the wheels churning against the gravel. Chris, sitting beside me, gripped my hand tightly. “You okay?” I startled a bit at his touch, but nodded stiffly. Surrounding the car on all sides was a thick, oppressive fog that had rolled in not long ago out of nowhere; and with the cover of nightfall, it was hardly possible to see more than a few feet in front of the car. “I can barely see the road,” the driver called back to us. “I’m not sure if it’s safe to continue like this. I’ve never seen fog this thick before.” Chris leaned forward, squinting as he peered through the windshield. The fog was so dense it looked almost solid, like a wall of white just beyond the reach of our headlights. “You’re right,” he agreed. “Maybe we should find somewhere to stop for the night. It’s too risky to keep going.” I nodded, a shiver running down my spine despite the warmth of the car. There was something