Dancinginfirelight

Zelo One-Shot Cold Dark Nights Your heels click against the paved surface of the pathway as you walk the deserted street, not another soul to be seen or heard. An owl hoots in the distance and you shiver. The wind whistled and howled reminding you of the scary stories you and your friends used to tell each other in the dark on camps. One in particular rears its head.   “Once, one a cold dark night a girl was walking down the street alone. The wind was howling and moving across her skin like the fingers of a ghost.” Your friend Zelo says running his fingers across your arm playfully. You laugh and move away from him. He smiles an