The Girl in The Green Dress
I rolled into town, having spent the week down state, happy for the start of another weekend.
Just as I arrived the fog off the lake grew thicker and thicker, snaking its ghostly tendrils through the small northern town.
I was glad for the fog. It might make for some good photos later, especially near the water. But first I had to make my way out to the woods to see an unusual friend.
It’d been a few weeks since I’d seen her, but I didn’t relish the thought of hiking on an empty stomach so I entered the little cafe on the outskirts of town.
I was sitting down when I realized the cafe was far more crowded than normal. It was filled with large men wearing bright orange and yellow uniforms. I pegged them as loggers or construction workers.
“That’s crazy Sam,” the proprietor said from behind the counter.
“I swear. We all saw it.”
“And a woman did all this?”
That intrigued me. I knew of a woman who could cause trouble for a group of loggers.
“What happened?” I asked, fumbling for my press pass, “I’m a reporter. Well sort of.”
“Some crazy lady attacked us out in the woods.”
