All Chapters of Horror Nights: Chapter 11 - Chapter 12

The mist clinging to the valley floor wasn’t weather; it was a shroud. It had been sitting on my land for three days, thick and smelling of wet copper and old, forgotten graves. The sheep had stopped grazing on the second day. Now, they stood in the center of the paddock, a dense, pulsating knot of wool and bone, their heads turned inward. They didn't make a sound—no bleating, no hoof-clatter. Just that rhythmic, wet clicking that seemed to vibrate from beneath the grass.I was leaning against the rusted gate, my knuckles white, when he appeared.He didn't walk out of the mist; he simply manifested, as if the fog had condensed into a man. He wore a coat that seemed to absorb the twilight, and in his hand, he held a leather leash that vanished into the gray expanse behind him."Could my dog herd your sheep for a bit?" he asked.His voice wasn't spoken; it was a vibration that traveled up through the soil, through the soles of my boots, and settled in my marrow. It sounded like the grin