As the sun set below the horizon, the mist began to roll in, engulfing the town in a thick shroud of darkness. The wind whispered through the empty streets, sending shivers down the spines of those brave enough to venture outside. With each step, the mist seemed to thicken, as if alive and determined to hide something sinister within its murky depths.
That night, the nightmares began. The townspeople were plagued by visions of shadowy figures lurking in the mist, their eyes glowing with malevolence. They awoke in a cold sweat, haunted by the lingering memory of the twisted faces that had taunted them in their sleep.
As the days passed, the nightmares only grew worse. The once peaceful town became a place of fear and paranoia, as the mist seemed to seep into every crevice, carrying with it the echoes of tortured screams and whispered threats.
Some whispered that the mist was cursed, that it was a gateway to a realm of darkness where nightmares were born. Others believed it was simply a natural phenomenon, a trick of the light and the wind.
But one thing was certain – the nightmares in the mist were all too real, and they would not end until the source of their terror was uncovered.
Image by Ai Junkie
