Another drabble - sorry to inflict!!

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Title: Still of the Night

Prompt: Fog

The cold chill of the night coupled with the dense fog helped to hide him in the shadows.
Lurking there like a spy. No, not a spy; a spider waiting to kill the prey.
Except...
...he didn’t want to kill.
He didn’t even want to spy.
In reality, he didn’t even want to be there.
It was like a compulsion; like he had to be there or die.
The fascination had increased day by day, night by night, until the magnet had drawn him close.
And so he watched.
Silently in the dark.
Waiting for the right time to strike.

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Thank you - there is a distinct possibility of more :D