Project 196

The Fog

December 21, 2012

“And, so Danni was all like, he likes you, but then Josh was all, he like doesn’t like you, but then Jake comes and Jake was all like, I love you but then Sandy, his ex, walked by and was all fuck ‘em and chuck ‘em that’s what my Jakey’s known for-“ Leslie was chatting on her phone with her best friend, normal idle chit-chat. The whole day was a normal idle day. Nothing out of the ordinary nothing spectacular. Just normalness like the quiet before the snow, or rain. Everything was perfect.

“Leslie, Leslie come down here quick!” her younger brother Damon yelled.

“No!” Leslie screamed. “Whatever you want do it yourself!”

“No it’s important come down here!” Damon said firmer this time.

“Fine I’m coming!” she yelled down the stairs. “Well I gotta go I’ll call you back Ivy.” Leslie jabbed the end call button and jammed her phone into her pocket. She clopped down the stairs wondering what her little brother wanted.

“What did you want Damon-whoa!” she said stopping in the middle of her original statement. The whole living room was filled with thick white fog. It covered every inch of the house she could see and Leslie suspected it reached outside too. She couldn’t see anything it was pitch…well…white. “Damon?” she called hoping she wasn’t left alone.

“I’m right here Leslie!” he yelled from somewhere in the back probably near the kitchen. Leslie walked blindly in an attempt to reach the kitchen. Of course living in this house for 15 almost 16 years she could make her way around pretty well. After bumping into various objects and stumbling around for a moment Leslie reached a lift in the fog that she was sure to be the kitchen.

“Damon?” she asked again only to be answered by the fog. “Damon!” she called forcefully “Damon get out here right now whatever game you’re playing it’s not funny!” Leslie’s rant was cut short by a hand covering her mouth. Her first instinct to fight back. But as she jabbed her elbow into the intruder’s ribs she thought it may be harmless. She wrenched the cold, clammy hands of her mouth and spun around to face this intruder, but she saw non one. Well that’s odd she thought I can feel someone. She swung her hand up in front of her face and couldn’t even see it. She looked down and the same thing all she saw was white fog.

“Shh Leslie.” The, for once, comforting voice of her younger brother filled her ears.

“Why are you telling me to be quiet and what is this fog?” Leslie hissed. “Did you do this?”

“Just come with me upstairs and I’ll explain everything.” Damon whispered.

“Wait a minute, how do you know more about this than I do this fog just got here, like, five minutes ago?” she exclaimed.

“I read the conspiracy sites, now come on!” he said visibly irritated. Damon made his way through the fog with Leslie grasping onto his hood. “Okay so we’re going up the stairs now. To your right is the “Wall of Frame” and to your left is-“ he was cut off by an annoyed sounding Leslie.

“Shut up you sound like a tour guide!” she yelled. “This is my house I’ve lived here for 16 years of my life I know my way around it!”

“Well why are you holding on to my hood?” Damon retorted and Leslie could almost see the smirk on his face. She blushed and thankfully the fog masked it.

“Cuz I can and I didn’t want you to get separated from me.” She stammered lamely.

“Sure.” He said in a sing-song voice.

“Just shut up you little prick.” She snapped. That signified the end of the argument and they walked in silence. Leslie heard a door open and then she saw Damon’s room. Wait, saw? She could see again, she could see her  red toms and her yellow watch. For once in her life she was thankful for the fact that she could see.