This is an on the spot written horror (I think, idk, haven't written it yet) story.
"Alice, I don't think we should do this..." Alex dropped his head, he felt guilty for backing out last minute.
"Alex, we've gone through this many times. Do you want freedom or not?" Alice harshly whispered.
"I do, but-"
"But nothing alright?! It's either you stay here and keep acting as a doll to Mother and Father or you follow me out of this prison!" Sitting on her window ledge with her long rope to the ground from her room, she kept her angry voice down.
"Alice, the fog," Alex whimpered. He wanted to leave this place very much but at what cause?
"Oh shush you big baby. The 'fog' doesn't exist! It's just a lie they use to keep us trapped!" Alice rolled her eyes at her twin brother's foolishness. "Let's go! We don't have enough time!"
"But-"
"No buts! I'm heading off! You can keep being a puppet if you want." With her bag of supplies on her shoulders, she slid down the rope.
"Wait!" Alex with his bag of supplies slid down the rope after his sister.
"Alice?" Alex asked the moment his two feet touched the ground. "Alice?"
He walked towards the forest as per the original plan. "Alice?"
There was no trace of his sister. Only the trees, him and the air. The very thick air.
"AHHHHHH!" A shout rang from the woods, amidst a cloud of fog.
"Alice!" Alex's head snapped up towards the sound. "Alice, I'm coming!"
He ran as fast as he could, his twin sister could be in danger!
"Alice? Where are you?" Alex shouted to no avail.
He looked around him. Or tried to. He was encompassed in a very opaque mist.
"Alice?" He stalked cautiously, it was oddly silent for a forest full of wildlife. "Alice, please reply!"
"CRUNCH!" He had stepped on something. He looked down, a hand?
"ALICE!" He started panicking. He ran and ran in panicked confusion. Then...
"RIP..."
He had stepped on a piece of cloth, he had ripped it and fallen.
Getting back up, the sight which he found got rid of all hope for him.
It was Alice. An Alice he did not recognise. One that's body was icy cold with wide eyes that shone in terror.
She was missing a hand, an ear and other bits of her body.
As if he were a cloak without a hanger, he crumpled onto the ground and cried. Cried in sheer horror and sadness.
After 30 minutes of crying, he got up. He did the best he could to dig a hole and bury his twin. It wasn't as deep as normal graves, but it would suffice.
Not wanting to keep seeing those haunted eyes, he ran off, but not before dropping his bag of supplies.
"Goodbye, Alice."
He arrived outside the manor where he found his parents, crying and panicking.
"Oh my god! Alex!" His mother shouted. "Are you okay, dear?"
"Yes, mother." Alex replied, voice void.
"Oh thank God, me and your mother were so worried about you!" Alex's Father came over and gave him a bear hug.
"Me only? What about Alice?" Alex cried out.
"Who's Alice? Son, I think that forest did something to you." His mother brushed his face.
"Never mind." Alex gave up, he was feeling tired from the roller coaster he had gone through.
Black dots filled his vision and then, nothing. He woke up a couple days later, still remembering the events.
After that day, he was never the same, he could always remember those haunted eyes. He promised to never let anyone see any emotions from his eyes, lest they have to see it too.
He remained a void, empty shell of the twin of Alice.
The fog had won. It had taken 2 lives. 1 in the form of a body, the other in the form of a soul.
