FOG

Untitled Part 2

* written in perspective of Sean *"Woah! Daddy! Daddy! Look out the back door! There's fog coming over the lake!""Yes honey. It looks beautiful, doesn't it?" Said Sean"Yeah! Haha" "Okay Clara, it's getting time for bed. Go ahead in your room and I'll be in soon to tuck you in."About this time, I noticed the fog rolling on pretty heavily, and fast too. At this point I though nothing of it except just a little change in our ordinary, sunny weather. In the middle of the night, I awoke for no reason. Decided to get a glass of water, and watch some tv. It was almost sunrise and I wanted to get the sunrise on the lake for Clara. You know, with the fog and all.I imagined a big smile on her little 4 year old self. Maybe even hanging the printed photo on her wall of drawings that she makes in kindergarten. However, when I stepped outside, it was like opening the door out a cloud. Had my vision failed me? Do I need to call an ambulance? After a few seconds, my eyes adjusted to the white haze, allowing me to just barely see my hand 3 inches from my face. It felt like you were breathing in powdered sugar. Leaving that sense of heaviness among your lungs. It smelled as if going inside your grandparents musky attic, and seeing all the pieces of dust floating in a single ray of light, coming from the oval shaped window that peered over grandmas garden.I stepped inside and turned on the news channel.*7 home invasions tonight and at least 16 confirmed murders. It is said that nobody has any evidence or even a clue about who killed their loved ones. Traffic jams on i42 leading up to New Jersey. Also on breaking news, the whole east coast, from as easy as Rhode Island all the way to Tennessee, has been submerged in a mysterious fog. More news regarding this mystery at 8:00.*Home invasions. That doesn't sound right. This is Virginia, it's a nobody state. We live in the back trails of the woods. Those scary stories where there is 4 paths to take when running from a monster, well, we live on the most mountainous and curvy trail there. Being it is Sunday, I'll have to wake up Clara around 9:30 and be at church around 11. I take my morning newspaper and wrap up in a robe. Filling my mug high with extra sweetened, vanilla coffee. The steam and foam looked no different than how white the fog was. "Daddy how come there is so much fog In our yard"Sipping on my drink and not looking away from the paper, I say "I'm not sure honey. But daddy would really like it if you drew a picture of the fog!""Okay!"She grabbed her crayons, sat down in front of Sesame Street, and drew away. That should keep her busy. Not long after, she came up to me and showed me a paper colored full in white crayon, except for spots that had goat like humans, smiling a great smile, eyebrows in a mad position, standing on two legs. It's head was a skull with horns. A goat skull. Human teeth. "What's this honey?" "He's in the fog. He's my friend. They visited me at the window last night beating hard at it! It cracked the glass . I think we should find him and help him though because he cut himself on the glass. There was around 9 more of them."I could do nothing but figure this is why I woke up. "Come on honey get in the car. It's time for church"When we walked out, we had to hold hands to try to not get lost 2 feet from each other. "Seatbelt on?""As always daddy."I put on my high beams and hazard lights and slowly rode out of my drive way. Though with everything on my mind we took the wrong road down to a dead end. We got ourselves turned around, and started driving out. THUMP. It sound like something just rammed into the passenger side front fender. "Clara? Stay back"BOOM!This time something crashed into our rear window, and cracked it. Fog seeped through the crack like smoke intruding a innocent child's lungs. Contaminating the air with that musky smell. Except this time I tasted it. It tasted like iron. The metal taste you get from putting a paper clip in your mouth.CRASH!!This time the glass broke, and I saw exactly what she drew. It was stunned from impact, trying to shake off the dizziness in the back seat of our car. I stood as still as possible and held my hand over Clara's mouth. Turning off every form of light, and the car. It looked around, with a mad mans gaze in its eyes. The gaze you see in the mugshot of a serial killer. Jibberish. Static sounds. It looked as itself was staticy, and turned its back to us and started what looked like someone laughing from behind. You know how you see their heads bow down an their back and arms move. It was doing that and speaking. "Luna est princeps. Vita nostra fultus nunc virtute et luna , Pascha inferni portae." At this time I saw at least 36 more emerge from the fog. Busting each window like popping a balloon. A horn went through Clara's neck. All emotion is gone. I'm stuck in a coma like stage and I can not move. They did that so disturbing heaving motion. Blood spewed from ones mouth like throw up. I stared at Clara who crawled into the passenger seat out of her car seat. This is where she got "stabbed" by the horn. Watching as the thing tried to retract the horn from her lifeless body. Such a rigid impalement, ripped out other neck veins and tendons as it finally came loose. A tendon was stuck hanging from its horn, like a girl would wear a bright, diamond necklace. Glistening at every angle, which I could see because the "goat" was very shaky and jumpy. Quick but "laggy" with its movements. God help us.