AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Nightmarish tales whispered in hushed tones, warning of monstrous apparitions that emerge from the fog.
They say that those taken by the fog are never seen again, and those unfortunate enough to return… come back broken, never quite whole.
The chill in the air sent shivers down my spine, an icy touch that seemed to seep into my very bones.
The fog was dense, but I could just make out the landscape around me.
Odd, towering formations loomed on the horizon, their outlines blurred by the fog, creating a surreal tableau.
A sudden gust of wind swept across the barren landscape, whipping up dust and sand.
I squinted, trying to shield my eyes from the harsh wind.
The coarse grains stung my skin, the tiny abrasions a stark reminder of my isolation.
But it was the silence that unnerved me most.
The wind howled around me, but it was otherwise eerily quiet.
I strained my ears, hoping to catch any sound, any sign of life.
But all I heard was the low whine of unknown beasts and my heartbeat thudding in my ears.
And then I smelled it.
An acrid scent that seemed to rise with the fog, a smell that was strange and yet somehow familiar.
It was the smell of the foreign soil, a mix of sulfur and something else, something metallic.
It was a smell that reeked of danger, a warning signal my senses picked up on.
I swallowed hard, trying to quell the rising panic.
It’s just fog,I told myself.Just fog and a lot of scary stories.
My fingers clenched involuntarily, seeking the comforting feel of something familiar.
But all they found was the rough fabric of my jacket and the cool, hard surface of my communicator.
I fiddled with the device, my fingers brushing over the smooth metal casing, the slight vibration a faint echo of the life I’d left behind.
Suddenly, a low growl rumbled in the distance, the sound reverberating through the fog-laden air.
My heart skipped a beat, the sound jarring in the otherwise silent desert.
The acrid smell of the fog filling my nostrils.
I was alone, lost in a desert, surrounded by a thick fog that was said to hide monsters.
The stories, the whispers, they were all rushing back to me, flooding my senses with fear and trepidation.
The world seemed to spin around me, the chill in the air cutting through my clothes, the acrid scent of the fog filling my lungs, the taste of fear bitter on my tongue.
I could feel the sweat trickling down my back and hear my ragged breathing in the oppressive silence.
But I wasn’t going to give up.
I was here to start anew, to overcome any challenges that came my way.
