The Fog Novels & Stories

We heard a loud wind blowing sound towards our direction followed by a huge amount of fog that instantly surrounds us. Aria was frightened down to the soles of her shoe. I tried to cover her with my robe to somehow ease her fear. Then all of a sudden, we heard a growling and gnawing sound coming from different directions. That is the beginning of our misery and a doomed life of wretchedness. "What was that?" Aria said in a trembling voice. "What is your greatest fear?" I seriously asked her. "That fog feeds on your greatest fear and we will see whatever you feared the most. The one who's haunting us is responsible for this fog," I carefully explained to her.

She looked down to see crumpled dead leaves beneath her feet, and for some reason unknown to her, sadness welled up inside her chest. The horizon was bleak, and a fog began to descend from the sky, spreading a chill in the atmosphere. It got so thick, that she could not move an inch further. She thought to go back, but behind and all around her, the fog had also spread. A noise rent the still air and she stood still and strained her ears to better hear it. After a few minutes, she surmised it was just the howling of the wind which had picked up in ernest. The fog had, by now, completely overtaken everywhere such that it was dif

rest to spend the night there. “I've heard… in this area… if we come on the way down a light fog… then we have to cancel the trip…” said Reggy, he is in a smaller tree beside Rhodia. He rested his head on the biggest branch. "Nonsense. In the forest… fog is normal… why believe in such nonsense?" "Black fog... that means all the inhabitants of that place don't want you to walk on its land." Reggy continued.

Lacey frets, wringing her hands with worry. “Look!” Andy tells her as he points at something ahead of them. A sign on the side of the road says that there is a gas station just a small ways up the road. “We will make it, baby.” The trees fall away to a deserted stretch of road, with nothing but fields on each side. Off in the distance they can see the faint blur of lights that they assume is the gas station. As the get closer, they can make it out more clearly.

So, with sugar, milk and whipped cream? "Um, sir?", The young girl behind the counter called. *No. I might sleep off at work. I can't have that happen* "Sir?!" "I'm trying to make up my mind", he sighed, a bit irritated. " SIR!!!", She screamed, pointing behind him and he turned to see his car moving. "Fuck!", He cursed and ran out of the cafe, immediately chasing after it. Unfortunately for him, the car was heading down a slope and only increased in speed.

He did not torment the secretary upon hearing the news and proceeded to get changed to head back to his family house. The conversation with his father lasted for ten hours. By the time Cleo emerged, it was dark outside. His expression was very still, so much so that his secretary could not tell if he was in a good or bad mood. All she did was mindfully open the door for him. Suddenly, Cleo stopped and looked up at the sky and its giant bass of dark clouds. He asked a rather strange question. “With so many dark clouds in the sky, do you think the stars can see whatever that’s going on in the world of the living?”

We’d only been walking for a few hours when the fog rolled in. It was fast—unnatural. One minute, the trees were visible, gnarled and skeletal, looming overhead. Next, everything was swallowed by a thick, soundless gray. I couldn’t even see Maxwell, though I could still feel him close—his presence like a current in the still air. “Don’t move,” I said quietly. “Something’s wrong.” “Yeah,” his voice came, low and tight. “This isn’t weather. It’s intentional.”

Then the fog begins to react. Slowly at first, then with increasing violence, the ancient mist that has always shrouded this place starts to swirl around the beam of dark light. It moves like a living thing, drawn to the darkness as if magnetized. The fog spins faster and faster, forming a massive, ghostly tornado that stretches from the ground to the sky. The sight is hypnotic and horrifying. The fog—which has been a constant, unchanging presence in this place for as long as anyone can remember—writhes and churns. The sound it makes is indescribable, a low, mournful wail.

Something in the air made her shiver, and it wasn’t the cool night breeze. Beside her, Roselia muttered, “It’s starting,” causing Arah to glance up. There it was—Drusden’s fog—spreading across the night sky. The lights flickered briefly before steadying again. Some people grumbled about their phones, which had suddenly died all at once. Arah could only guess that the energy from the fog was interfering with the devices. “Can people see the fog, Roselia?” she asked softly. “Unless we come right out and tell them, even if they look at it, they won’t see it.”

‘Urrghh…’ Sonya still attempted to drag her feet and run away from that place. That man stood behind her and it seemed that he kept a distance from the reach of the seer fog that covered Sonya. ‘I wish I could move my feet and clash him with the seer fog. I am sure that this fog has some powers to protect me as I saw him look painful when he clashed with the fog through my fingers!’ Sonya thought restlessly. “So, now, you think that this fog could protect you from my reach, dear Sonya?” the man gazed at her as if he could read what Sonya was thinking about inside her mind.