I warily turned around, trying to search for the source of the eerie howl, but I was blinded by the blanket of fog.

I heard the crack of twigs as it came closer. I never thought the last thing I would see would be my killer, that is, if the fog let me.

Soft steps hurried towards me from the right, and I braced myself for the worst.
It jumped at me, and I stumbled to the ground, then it licked my face and barked.
It was Duke, my lovely dog.