S I C K . (A Slenderman Story) - Chapter 3Chapter ThreeDistortionThe sun was hanging low by the time Dianne made her way home. She did her best to hold her coat closed, frustrated by the cheaply made zipper. The breath she exhaled wrapped like ghostly white smoke around her face. She was visibly shivering as snowflakes pelted against her hard. She wondered if Tuscaloosa was about to face one of their rare winter storms as she walked onto the so cobblestone pathway that led to her front porch. She looked over her shoulder to see Rosswood Park behind the pale sheet of quickly blowing snow. It would have made for a beautiful postcard photograph. She thought about her family in Florida. They probably missed the brisk winters in Alabama.She looked over at the sunset and decided it was still light enough for a picture. She smiled to herself, and dug into her purse for the small digital camera. The battery was nearly dead and the memory close to full. She lifted it towards the woods and focused in before snapping a picture.
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