I arrive at the bus stop as fog starts to roll in, darkening the sky and casting an eerie light over everything. Fretting, hastily dressed, I’m already running late for my job interview. I slide onto the empty bench and check my phone, only to find that the battery has died. I curse under my breath, feeling more and more stressed with each passing minute.
The fog starts to thicken, encasing the area in a shroud of white and gray. Soon it becomes so dense that I can’t see more than a few inches in front of me. I can hear the sounds of traffic and people passing by, but they’re muffled and distant, as if they’re happening in another world.
I stand up and try to see if I can make out the bus stop sign, but I can’t. It’s as if I’m in a dream, or a nightmare. I can hear the sound of the bus, its engine rumbling in the distance, but I can’t see it. I call out, but my voice is swallowed up by the fog. I’m alone, lost in this dense, white haze.
Suddenly, I hear a sound that chills me to the bone. A soft, guttural growling, like something is lurking in the fog. I start to panic, my heart racing as I try to find a way out. I take a step forward, but I can’t see anything, and I almost trip over a curb. The growling grows louder, and I realize that whatever it is, it’s getting closer.
I try to run, but I can’t see where I’m going. I trip and fall, hitting my head and blacking out. When I come to, I’m lying on the ground, and the growling has stopped. I sit up and look around, but the fog is even denser now, and I can’t see anything. I’m alone, lost in this white, swirling murk.
I don’t know how much time has passed, but eventually I hear the sound of the bus, its engine getting louder and louder. I call out, but my voice is still silenced by the fog. The bus stops inches away from me, and I scramble to get on, grateful for the safety and warmth inside. As the bus pulls away, I look out the window, but I can’t see anything. The fog has swallowed everything up, and I’m left alone with my thoughts, wondering what was out there, waiting for me in the fog.
I look around the empty bus and break out in a cold sweat. I’m alone, completely alone, on this bus with no driver and no passengers. I try the doors, but they won’t budge. I bang on the windows, trying to get someone’s attention, but they don’t break. I’m alone in this moving tomb.
Panic sets in as I realize that the bus is accelerating, speeding through the fog with no one to control it. I can feel the fear rising in my chest, and I try the doors again, but they won’t open. I’m trapped, hurtling towards who knows where, with no way to escape.
I try to calm myself down, but it’s no use. I can feel the bus getting faster and faster, and I can hear a sound, like a voice, speaking softly in the darkness. I can’t make out what it’s saying, but it’s like a whisper in my ear, urging me to give up.
I scream and pound on the windows, but they won’t break. I’m trapped, hurtling through the fog, with no way to escape. I close my eyes and pray for a miracle, but the bus just keeps moving, getting faster and faster, until everything goes black.
I come to, once again sitting on the bench at the bus stop. The fog has lifted, and the sky is a brilliant blue.
As I walk away, I suddenly realize that I’ve changed. I’m no longer the person I once was. I’ve transformed into a monster, just like the one I encountered in the fog. I look down at my hands and see that they’re twisted and gnarled. I feel a powerful urge to hunt, to kill. The bus stop, the city, everything I thought was real, is slipping away from me. I’m trapped in a world of darkness and terror, and I don’t know if I’ll ever escape. I’ll be hunting, killing, for eternity.
Terrified, I run away, praying that the fog returns and I can disappear. Forever.