The last time they went into the fog

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
No one ever goes to Marshall Forest.
When Donald Parsons enters the threatening fog, he finds it hard to escape with his life.

Submitted: August 28, 2019

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Submitted: August 28, 2019



They came out of the darkened fog on Sunday evening. 

I didn't want to shoot at them with a rifle.

It proved usless.

I wanted to shatter the idea that nightmares wouldn't go away like a magician's trick. I felt the night time howls of the wolves in the forest; I feared the wolves. It was something unnatural, and terrifying; it was so terrifying, that I backed away from the burned-out logs in the middle of the forest.


I knew they were human.

They seemed unconcerned about me.

I wanted to shoot them because of the news on the radio. There were six of the monsters who ran into the forest; the monsters weren't werewolves. No. They were other monsters. They seemed to be in a rage, as I saw them. 

As the firing commenced, I saw the Sheriff's car.

He was eerily silent.

I walked towards the car.

The Sheriff's blood strained body was slumped near the driver's-side door. He had a heart attack due to being scared to death; he seemed surprised, as he was seeing the dreaded fog. I shifted in the seat, and attempted to drive away from the forest. I prayed to God, and didn't hear the howls again.

Because, if I did hear them, I would see the fog glowing in the cold sky.

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