The cold wind was howling, and the winter dusk had started shrouding the blue mountains in a grey mist.
The man thought he heard something. A strange voice came from somewhere far below, a low, mournful sound, and then it faded. It sounded like a woman. The wind grew stronger, the forest grew darker. The man quickened his pace.
Then it rose from down below, slowly rising upwards, and finally stopped in front of him. There was still a veil of fog between them, so the man couldn’t see the face clearly, but it was clearly hovering above the ground – like an apparition.
“I see you…I see you…”, a chilling voice came piercing through the fog. The man shuddered and found himself unable to move. And then, as the moonlight crept in, the grey figure raised its arm and pointed to the man’s left, to a small black figure, with its back turned to him.
“I see you…”, the ghost slowly moved towards the man, coming out of the fog. As the fog cleared away and the man saw that face, a cold chill ran down his back. His legs suddenly felt weak, ready to give way and his body started trembling. The stories of that mother and her child were not just stories after all. He gulped.
“I see you…I see you…”, the cold, icy voice kept repeating.
“I see you were there.”