The Fog

Cara's eyes slowly flickered open. She obviously was no longer on the staircase. The girl that was her mirror image was gone. She looked around confused. She didn't know where she was. Something that was becoming a constant new problem she was having. It was dark and damp. Looking straight ahead she just could make out the white painted boards of the porch roof above her. Wriggling her fingers at her sides she could feel the wooden boards of the porch floor boards and sand beneath her hands. The back of her head ached like it had been laying on something hard for a very long time. She turned her head side to side. She soon realized that she was laying on the back porch. Sitting up, her feet already on the back steps, she took a look around. She wasn't able to see very much. It was night time now. Crickets chirped all around her and somewhere in the distance a frog could be heard croaking. She could also hear the mournful hooting of an owl in the old oak tree out back. The moon was bar