Spirit Fog?

Hope Carson

Paradise Texas

Hope pulled the 1968 Ford pickup truck into a parking lot. It was nearly three in the morning and she had been driving for nearly thirteen hours and was exhausted. She leaned her head to her hands which were still on the steering wheel. “Well, Jenna, what do you say to get a room?” She glanced sideways at the girl. “Or should I just jump in the back like we normally do?”

Jenna could not feel heat or cold, not like Hope and the living. So it was not an issue for her. But the protection spell on the truck she could feel. “I think it wise we sleep in the truck until you find out where we are. I can’t see right now. There is a spirit fog here.”

“The bed of the truck it is.” Hope pulled a hiker's backpack from the floorboard. Before she left California, Hope had installed a bed liner and protector just in case she needed to sleep in the truck. It had come in handy from time to time on long nights. And the trifold cover offered shade. As she lowered