The moon cast an eerie glow over the misty moor. In the distance, a lone figure trudged through the damp grass. The sound of an owl hooting echoed across the desolate landscape. Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream pierced the night air, shattering the silence. The figure stopped dead in their tracks, their heart pounding in their chest. They spun around, frantically searching for the source of the scream. But the moor was empty, save for the swirling mist and the distant cry of the owl. The figure swallowed hard, a sense of unease creeping up their spine. They knew they had to investigate, but fear held them rooted to the spot. With a deep breath, they steeled themselves and set off towards the sound of the scream.