Jackson was walking home at 12 o’clock at night.  He usually strolls home in the cold at night feeling fine, However this night Jackson was walking at a steady pace. Just about running. This night with the fog curling up all around it felt mysterious. Dangerous. Jackson felt as if the cold was stalking him. wrapping him up in its cold hands. When Jackson walked further he felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time. he wanted to run into the nearest building and curl up in a ball.

While Jackson  thought this, he soon realized that he was on his front porch. Jackson put his key in the door and began turning the key. As Jackson was doing this he felt as if he was being watched. Being stalked. As if he was a burglar in his wife’s house.When Jackson put his hand on the door handle there was a banging noise. he looked up. the shutters were were open and the net was swaying in the gentle breeze.

As Jackson was staring at the net something or someone moved. There was something in the house that felt different. It felt like something was there. Living. Jackson was just looking at the window expecting to see his friend jump out and scare him. His pocket watch struck 12:15.the night started to lighten, but still gave the house a sense of mystery. He realized that less then twelve hours ago his wife’s funeral had taken place. Finally Jackson went into the house. When he stepped in to the house way he felt as if his dead wife was present. watching him. stalking him. As he stared at the rocking chair where she would always sit, he felt empty.

Jackson went to the fire place and started a fire. when he finally got a fire roaring, there was a gush of wind. An object swept by taking the fire with it. The went dark. Jackson looked up. there was a rattle of chains, a creak of the floor board, the sound of something walking down the stairs with a step every minute. cautiously Jackson slowly walked up the stairs ready to meet this intruder. Slowly Jackson felt dizzy and weak with every step. His foot missed the 5th step and Jackson fell.

The church bells rang 1 o’clock. only then did Jackson open his eyes. He was feeling weak but was welcomed  to a huge luxury fire, with the shutters and net pulled back into place. Jackson ran a hand through his hair. His chest felt tight. his head was screaming GO, GO. He felt scared. Not terrified. Just scared. He felt as if the intruder was close to him. Not the feeling to runaway, in fact he now felt the need to stay.  Then something happened. There was another hand on his head. cold and death like. It was there. Not a figment of the imagination. It was there. Jackson got up and turned. the figure moved back into the moonlight, and he saw her. The warm smile on her face, her blonde hair swaying in the moonlight, her blue eyes shining, but her skin colour was grey. Grey like a decomposing body. Grey. She was wearing a Grey dress yet we buried her in black. Jackson, was drawn to her. Compelled to stair. As Jackson stared, he felt himself wrinkle. Jackson fell. When he was on the ground he stared at his hand. Grey.