In the fog

I was standing in the middle of the yard when the voices called. Their voices were low and sweet. All to enticing. They call for me to come near but the nearer I went the farther they got. I couldn't see but knew I was far from home. The voices continued to call. They yelled louder with each step I took. My heart was racing while my mind was clouded by the fog. I was no where anymore. Lost. Following voices. Voices that belonged to no one.