I gazed around at the path I was walking on. Me and my friend, Vivian, were shuffling across the walkway we called Misty Path. It was hard to see, and my glasses were fogging up.

“Vivi,” I whispered. “Do you think this place seems a little…weird?”

Vivian nodded. “I feel like there could be ghosts around here,” She murmured.

“Oh, way to cheer me up,” I muttered. “I hate ghosts.” Suddenly, I stopped cold.

Vivian tripped and almost fell behind me. There was a faint blue outline of a fox, standing there and just looking at us!

The fox bowed. “Greetings,” It murmured in a low, rusty growl. “I am the fox of Misty Path, and I will guide you.”

“Guide us?” I said, and Vivian’s face grew pale. “Guide us where?”

The fox smiled. “Come,” It said. “Follow me.”