A Ghost Encounter

On a crisp Tuesday morning, the third week in December, my dog, Luna, and I went for a walk. When we reached the local crossroads, a few miles from our house, we decided to stray from our regular path and try a new route. Our previous route was tedious and tiresome and we wanted to have a minor adventure. As we began to walk along the long, winding road, I listened to the stream gushing along my side. It was a bitter morning, the air was like ice. It was sharp and painful. With one gust, my skin became raw, my ears ached and my hands burned from the cold.  The park was deserted; not a soul was to be seen on this long, cobblestone path and the shallow, murky river was now looking rather eerie.