The traveller's encounter on that lonely road would haunt him forever.
As midnight passed, three motionless women attracted his attention, though all his instincts warned him to stay away.
Curiosity won out, and as they passed in silence, a dark shudder took hold of his heart.
Risking a glance, to his horror their faces were veiled, featureless, and where there should be feet there was only mist.
Spirit or demon, these visions awakened primal fears buried deep within.
He fled down the road unceasingly, his dreadful image etched in his memory.
When he returned years later, he found only an empty field.
But still, some nights, when sleep eludes him, he fears that their ghostly forms linger at the edge of the grove, waiting.