The fog

Mist… it was everywhere, covering all I could see right from where I woke up. Mist embraced the road, cars, houses. I could not see a thing ten meters far from where I stood. Cloudy, dense and heavy fog gave me a feeling as if I were in a dream. The gaze was wondering desperately trying to focus on something. No integral picture, liquid air filling a space around me. It was a little bit hard to breath. I tried to remember who I was but in vain. Neither did I manage to understand what the hell I was doing in a place like this. No matter what it was, a town or a village, there gotta be people, they will explain me what was wrong with all this eerie and empty community. It gave me a chill down my spine, this place was really scary. No sound, no animals, no people. And it didn’t seems like someone could live inside those buildings along the street. No way. Houses looked so old, rusty, even ramshackle. I could even discern some scent coming out from them. A smell of decaying world. There was no other way to describe how horribly and ancient it smelled. I felt a disguist and a strong feeling of needness to leave this place as soon and as far as it was still possible. But mist obscured my vision, limiting my chances to choose a right path out of here. Could it be any worse than not knowing who you are and where you are? I stood in a middle of a road. For a second or less asphalt looked as if covered with... gore?! No, it was just an illusion. Or was it not? I blinked and refreshed my one-second-fainted glance on the road again, but saw no traces of even mud or cruor. God damn! Seems like I'm getting nuts. I better check what's ahead. Suddenly I heard a sound, a very creepy scratching sound coming from somewhere near, maybe twenty meters away, still out of my eyes reach. For a moment I thought my heart would stop beating, so terrible it was. With eyes wide shut my whole nerve system was seeking a source of what or who could make it. I pointed ahead, despite of the fear lurking deeply in me. Curiousity and fear can sometimes force us do unusual things. I knew nothing about what could be waiting for me in the haze, but soon I guessed I would know. Night didn’t allow me to perceive a vivid image. A dark silhouette. A shady figure mostly unssen because of the mist. It was not moving, statuesque and silent. Few steps and finally it reveiled to me. Two half-bodies somehow joined, with ugly heads looking like a bloody mess and mix of bones and spokes, somewhere with oozing putridity. No eyes, no mouth. A big suture, unaccurate and as if made to course pain while on moving tenses its skin so the flesh gets ripped,- a suture crossed in-between two halfs, all the way around. The thing - or better monster - stood moveless on its strange limbs. From the place where the arms should be, the iron and multarticulate   needles were growing. The four armed creature seemed dead. Whole body in a horisontal position, two heads down. I could distinguish some human features and these made it even more dreadful and unbelievable. It budged all of a sudden. It was alive! Cold sweat ran down my body, the impossible scarecrow took a step forward. Then one more. It was walking - or crawling? - very strangly, twitching and wriggling like an epileptic. Only then I saw that monster's distorted arms ended up with sharp edges, and its moving made that creepy sound against asphalt. It sensed me first back then. Now it was time for me to stand still, tottaly numb and stunned by primordial fear of death coming in a shape of this spider-thing. It was moving to me. My thoughts racing, heart pounding, yet my all body was completely fettered by strong grip of animosity and monstrosity unfolding before my eyes. I was loosing my precious time. And then the monster yelled out, possessing no mouth though. I woke up immediately, coz my soul was willing to get rid of the flesh bounds. I awkwardly stumbled back managing my legs to move obediently. When a few steps were made and the distance between us abruptly increased, a creature suddenly accelerated itself and in a second catched up with me. I didn't know what to do. Fatal error, no chance to expect. In an instant the crawler leaned forward and threw out its spear-limb mercilessly piercing my throat. Flash of incomprehensible pain. Head falls down, chin feels cold of the iron. Through the blear curtain webbed in my mind I heard another scream, more like a ... laughing? And words two heads whispered as if right into my fading consciousness, "Wellcome to Silent Hill".