The Cold Fog
When the fog comes, nature takes a dark turn. Creatures with sharp talons and beaks lurk around every corner and blank space. Every noise has a dark and sinister sense. The very fog itself seems to hide all manner of dark menacing things, things not in nature, things meant to rip and tear flesh. Even thin see through fog evokes terror and fear. Fear of the unknown. The cold clings to skin like a blanket, drops of wetness sit on wooden tables taunting one to to pop the water bubble if you dare. The tightness of one's chest can be the fear of unknown things that wish to slither along one's spine.
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