For the
life of me, I can’t tell why Martin would pick this place as one of his
favorites. The fog makes it difficult to see, it’s damp but it hasn’t rained,
and it doesn’t seem to able to house any lifeforms. There’s not a single leaf
remaining on any of these trees and he can’t be happier. I can’t manage to
sleep out here, I’m sure something is watching me. Ever since we entered this
area, I can feel the eyes on me, but I can’t see anything through all the fog.
Even now, I’m staring at the top of my tent, because I don’t want to go
outside. I can’t exactly pee on myself either. I slip on my shoes and unzip my
tent and head towards the edge of camp.
Phillip is
standing on the edge of our camping area, looking out between the trees and
into the dense fog. He turns to me when he hears me approaching, I half expect
him to say something rude again, but he doesn’t say anything. He just looks at
me, fearfully as if I’m going to do something to him.
“What do
you want,” I ask him.
“You going
to the bathroom?”
“Yeah.”
“Can I come
with you?”
“Why?”
“I have to
go to too.”
“Then why
didn’t you just go?”
“It’s,
scary out there.”
“Wow, you
must really be scared to count on a man with one arm.”
“Are you
going to take me or not?”
“Yeah,
let’s go.”
Phillip
sticks close to me as we leave camp, not too far, just far enough that it isn’t
rude to use the bathroom. 80 paces in a straight line is enough. The fog keeps
getting thicker out here, and I don’t want to lose camp. All the trees out here
look the same and there aren’t any real landmarks to find my way back to camp
from here.
“I’m going
over there, you go over there,” I say to Phillip.
“Why are we
splitting up?”
“Because I
don’t plan on exposing myself to a teenager.”
“Yeah, but
what if something happens?”
“There’s
nothing out here.”
“It could
be an animal or something.”
“Well,
scream.”
“What if we
just go back to back.”
“Are you
joking?”
“Not at
all.”
“Just yell
if you need me. You don’t seem too smart, but I think you can figure it out
without my help,” I walk off to the side.
It’s hard
to pee out here, it is spooky. It doesn’t take long before I hear Phillip
scream. I call out to let him know everything is fine, but he keeps screaming.
I guess I should go check on him. Shit, I got some pee on my pants. Maybe it
wouldn’t be so bad letting him get lost out here.
“Where did
you go,” I ask as I return to where we split.
“Over
here,” I hear him call out.
As I walk
towards him it looks like he’s snatched deeper into the fog. I take off running
without thinking. I’m unarmed but I could never forgive myself for letting a
kid go missing on my watch. I chase after the rough outline in the fog, unsure
if I’ll find a monster or another prank for the kids. For a moment my
fingertips meet those of Phillip’s before he’s yanked further into the fog. The
creature makes a sharp turn and I slip on leaves trying to make a leap towards
them. I get back on my feet and keep giving chase. I snatch at Phillips arm and
yank him back to my side.
The
creature stops and turns to me. A blob of a creature featuring only a mouth
where the torso should be stared back at me, one massive eye for a face, and
eyes covering each of the tentacles. I lose balance as the creature rips
through my chest with claws I could not see. I panic as blood begins to pour
from the wound. I scream but not a sound comes through, only Philips laughs. I
stagger away from the creature. I fall and a sense of dread overtakes my body
as the ground doesn’t seem to come closer only to realize I had fallen from a
cliff. Every inch of my body rattles with pain radiating from my spine.
Everything
in my world fades to black. For an eternity I stare into the darkness. A bright
light unzips around me and the ability to rise returns to me.
“Hey,
breakfast is ready,” I’m staring into Phillip’s face.
“Yeah,” is
all I can say.
“And thanks
for last night,” I really think it’s him, “the whole pee thing.”
“Yeah, no
problem.”
I step out
into the camp, and everything is different, the same but different. The fog is
still here, but now bright sunlight shines through it as the fog drifts away.
The dark and dirty leaves below us are showing all kinds of magnificent colors
and even the dilapidated trees show flowers beginning to bloom along their
branches.
“This place
is beautiful in the mornings,” Martin says handing me a cup of coffee.
“Yeah, it
is.”
I can only
wonder how much of last night was real, how much was a dream. On some level it
feels like I’m still dreaming but I know that isn’t the case. If I was dreaming
Martin’s coffee wouldn’t be sliding down my throat like hot sludge. He makes the
worst coffee I’ve ever had, and making over a campfire doesn’t help the issue.