(12) Shadows In The Fog

Amazing how the imagination plays tricks early morning 6am before the light comes in Winter, a walk home that seems to take longer.

There is a sound from behind you,
You turn and there is nothing there.
You carry on walking this lonely path,
Alone, with your vision obscured.

This dense fog came out of nowhere,
And you feel those shivers deep inside.
The cold penetrates through your coat,
You wish you had taken another way home.

That sound of snapping twigs comes again,
You see something in the corner of your eye.
You turn quickly to face what it must be,
But once again, there is nothing there.

As you turn and you quickly walk on,
You catch that glimpse once again.
Just that little bit out of your full vision,
Only a vague sight of those shadows in the fog.

You see the beginning of the street lamps ahead,
And as you hear those sounds once more, you run.
You heart is pumping fast and you feel it now,
That icy hand of fear gripping hold of your soul.

The safety of the lights make this fog now bearable,
You smile at yourself for being scared of maybe nothing.
You look behind you, back at the way you had come,
Then you hear dark laughter from the shadows in the fog.

 

 

copyright Chris Smith 2010

Reviews

[Ravyne Hawke]

I love the story you tell here.. the whole gothic scene of fog, footsteps, intrigue and mystery. This could almost be the setting of a novel or short fiction piece. You write so well, Chris, that I could feel the terror creeping up inside of me in anticipation of what could happen next.. and the laughter at the end.. omg, that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Awesome write, as always!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Excellent!

[Lily Mae]

I so love this.. The shadows, fog and mysterious voices make for great stories.. You have a knack for taking your reader into that moment with you quite well.. Keep it coming because I love to read your work.. :) x