The Mist

I can never forget that night, on Victory Hill.1

It was twilight about, me and my 5 other friends had graduated from College, finally. We were going to go camping, as a little treat for ourselves. Soon it grew dark, the sun had set, and we where packed up and ready to go. The five of them were in Kenny's small corvette, and I was in my Volkswagon beatle. As we were driving, it got unusually dark for this certain hour. I called them up on the 2 way walkie talkies we had, so we wouldn't have to deal with Services for Cell phones.2

But all there was, was static. Frustrated, I drove faster, trying to keep up. But soon, their tail lights had disappeared into the darkness. And to make my night just dandy, it began to rain with such force that I had to pull over. Trying again over the walkie talkie, I still got static. The rain subsided, and I drove on. I was trying so hard not to accidentally swerve off the road, that i missed the turn, and then I heard it, on my walkie talkie. It was my girlfriend, Shelly.3

"Oh my god. Someone, help! Melissa, stay--" the line went all static and Shelly's scream was heard. I was frightened to near death, Turning around, I panicked and turned into our campsite, and there it was. Shelly's severed hand, holding the walkie talkie.4

And there was Kenny, standing the middle of the forest, laughing hysterically. He once brown hair was now Red and his green eyes where black, his teeth where fangs, and he was coated in blood.5

I ran back to my car, and got in. The door closed, and the wheels popped. I panicked (yet again! xD) and got out of my car and ran. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me.6

Finally, I reached the outskirts of town, and i stopped to catch my breath. Only for five minutes, then I ran to the sheriffs office. I explained t them what happened, leaving out Kenny's description, as who would believe me? They'd think I was crazy, and just ignore me.7

That next day, after a restless night of sleepless horror, the sherrif, his accomplice, and I headed for the campsite, where my friends and I, were to spend a few nights, celebrating our independence, before we go job hunting.8

As we pulled up, my car was there, scartched up and coated in blood. Shelly's hand was there, holding the walkie-talkie, but everything else was gone.9

Suddenly, there was a rustling in the bushes. My boyfriend, my one and only boyfriend, Ryan, came stumbling out of the forest.10

Blood dripping out of his mouth, and he was holding his stomach, trying to stop the blood and stomach acids from leaving his body.11

"H...he...lp." was all he could manage, before he was decapitated. His head rolled to my feet, his eyes lifeless, and his mouth open somewhat.12

His body fell, missing the sherrif and landing at his accomplices feet, blood slowly gushing from the neck.13

Then, there was that laugh. Kenny's laugh. The Sherrif and his Accomplice, drew their guns and began to shoot at Kenny. He fell to the ground, and from his mouth, which no one saw, was a black mist.14

As the sherrif's accomplice neared the body, be took a large breath, trying so hard not to throw up. And as he took that breath, that Mist entered him. Suddnely, his features changed. His eyes became black, his hair turned red, and his teeth bacme sharp jagged fangs.15

The sherrif and I ran to the car, only to have all four wheels pop. I grabbed the old man out of the car, and dragged him with me as we began to run.16

The accomplice, still with his gun aimed carefully, and hit that one certain point on the mans arm, and his arm was severed off. I still dragged him with me. 17

He was starting to get dizzy, and drowsy form the loss of blood. "Leave me, child. Go rush to safety." he said. and I dropped his body and ran for it.18

Again, the outskirts of town. I tried to tell someone, anyone that would listen.19

Tried to tell them what happened. But no one believed me. Not anyone. I was a college graduate. They probably thought I was a drunken slut, making up stories to get some good, pity sex.20

But I left them, in disgust.21

That night I reached the next town, where a loving, and kind family took me in. Gave me warm food and shelter, and comforted my pain.22

That next morning, the paper was given to me by a local. and I threw it away in disgust.23

Whole City Destroyed24

But by who...or what?25

One of the survivors, who died shortly26

after speaking with us,27

Claims one witness had escaped.28

"She had warned us, and we disregarded29

her warning."30

I looked out at the foggy feilds, and through the mist, I saw the figure of a man with Red Hair.31