Daily Short Stories from The Penned Sleuth

Mist Valley, you may have heard of it. It is a forest up north inside a steep valley. The only way in and out is with some heavy-duty climbing equipment or a helicopter. Of course, as the name suggests, the forest is often clouded with mist, but fog would be a better description. If it wasn't for the tall pine trees you couldn't even see the forest. It was the perfect place for a resort. The atmosphere was magical. At least, that's what thoughtless entrepreneurs considered an ideal resort location.