Hello again, Story Club members.

I'm Ivy, your ghostly host with the most and keeper of the strangest, spookiest tales on

earth.

Today is another Ivy's chilling tale.

This brain fog tale story club members might envelop you in absolute terror.

It's one I call the strange mist of Huckleberry Springs.

Huckleberry Springs was in many ways the perfect winter getaway spot.

It had a cozy downtown full of bookstores, coffee shops, candy sellers, and toy merchants.

No cars were allowed in the center of town along its cobblestone streets and 19th century architecture.

Naomi Hill absolutely loved it.

The town was quaint and everyone there was very friendly.

She was staying in the Roosevelt Hotel in town and even made a couple of friends.

It was during the holiday

season in December when school was out, and so the hotel was full of tourists doing their annual shopping.

Naomi had met Joe Pilsner and Holly Jenkins. They were from larger cities, and she thought they

were pretty cool. Their parents let them go down to the sweet shops together one night to get

some hot cocoa, and that's when it all went bad.

As they were walking and talking along the bustling sidewalk full of holiday travelers bundled up in big coats and long scarves,

Naomi noticed tendrils of fog reaching into the center of town.

The oppressive bank of mist seemed to appear out of nowhere. She'd check the

weather app on her phone, and Huckleberry Springs had called for clear, cold, wintery skies tonight,

no fog. That's odd as a cod, Naomi thought. Joe and Holly didn't seem to care about her

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