How to get out

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Dean and his buddy Chad are walking home on a deserted road one day when they notice it starting to get really foggy. So foggy that the heavy mist begins to take over everything; their sight, their breathing, even their mind. . .

Submitted: December 18, 2011

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Come on, Dean, you can go faster than that!”  Chad teased me as we raced along Palms road. We had just gone to the movies, and were coming back using our usual route. Palms was a deserted road that no one really took unless they were lost. There was nothing to see, except for a few trees here and there.

“You’re right, I can!” I sped up so that now I was ahead of him. yes. I was finally going to win one of these races. I tried to concentrate on keeping my legs pumping hard, taking deep breaths so I didn’t get a side cramp. 

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. It was the sound of our Chuck Taylors hitting the slightly wet pavement. Actually, that and our breathing were about the only sounds filling the cool autumn air. It was getting a little weird so I decided to stop. Chad nearly knocked me down, he ran right into me.

“What’s the deal? Deaner’s quitting?” He grinned triumphantly.

“No, Man. It’s just. . . doesn’t it look really foggy all of the sudden?” It was true, the grey mist had seemed to come out of nowhere. It was almost like it was consuming the sky, which was pretty blue a few minutes ago.

“Yeah, I guess. So why’d ya stop?” 

“Forget it. Ready? Set? go!” I yelled a little too loudly, and we both took off again. this time I let him run a little ahead of me. I wanted to be able to see him. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

The fog had moved down from the sky, leaving it stormy, and now was engulfing the entire road. I could see Chad, which was good. But that was about all. Everything else was now completely hazy. If this bothered Chad at all he didn’t let on. So I kept going. 

Thwack. thwack. Thwack. We should be off this road by now. It shouldn’t take us this long. It was getting harder and harder to see in front of me. Everything seemed covered by the thick, heavy mist. 

“Chad, hey Buddy I think we should stop for a second. . .” I quit running. Panting, I rested my hands on my knees.  I couldn’t see my shoes. They were bright red, weren’t they? Why can’t I see them now?  “Hey Chad, I--” Something was wrong. I couldn’t hear him anymore, much less see him.  There was silence. I swallowed. It was getting harder and harder to think. It was like the fog wasn’t just around me, it was clouding my head, too. I couldn’t remember where I had been coming from. 

“Chad! Chad! Chad!” I screamed, starting to stumble once again along the road. Where was I? 

“Chad!” I needed to get to him. Or anyone, really.

I was starting to go cold all over. I groped around in the murky air for the zipper to my sweatshirt and pulled it up with trembling fingers. 

“Dean!” I froze. “Dean!” There it was again, really faint, and really muddled but there. I tried to follow it. Who was it that I was trying to find, again? I couldn’t remember, Couldn’t rememeber anything. Couldn’t see anything. Couldn’t smell anything but must. 

Couldn’t feel anything but dampness. All my senses were being somehow taken over by this, thing. And I wanted it to stop. More than anything. I now had no idea where I was, or how I got here but I know I wanted out. So again I started to run, the fog couldn’t go on forever. Or could it? 

It was impossible to tell how long i’d been running. A minute? An hour? Didn’t anyone know who I was? Why weren’t they looking for me? I gave up running and fell to my knees, coughing. It was in me now. In my lungs. I tried to draw one ragged breath, than another. But it was so hard. And I was so, so tired. 

“Dean!” There was that noise again, this time even more distant. It sounded like a boy’s. But I couldn’t be sure. I hoped he found whoever he was looking for. He sounded scared, like he didn’t know where he was. 

It’s a good thing I’m not lost. I don’t know what I’d do . . .


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