Lost Creek Hollow mr. ghost goes to town

not 100% certain where this is set as far as the territory is concerned so i was vague. i like spooky stories. :D

It was the chill in the night that stirred him awake, perhaps.

Whatever the reason, Mordecai found that he did not take well to the idleness that had come over him. He had ventured away from his particular place of rest and set off into the night. The frosty touch of the autumn air encouraged movement, if only to keep that chill from settling into his bones early. This season, unlike the last, was beginning to feel as though it slipped away far too quickly. Now, he noticed the way the day seemed to give way to night sooner. The herds stirred in the pastures beyond the woods, and the creatures of ursine history perhaps to head towards slumber.

He continued to venture outward; any notion of the hour lost on him as was the time he made in getting there. To wherever, anyway — the last bits of fading rest left him hazy. And that was where he heard the noise, somewhere in the midst of that thinning wood. A low groan, ghastly and disembodied in the dim light. Mordecai halted, his steps fading into silence as he studied what he could see, and listened carefully.