The Playful Fog
by Krystal (jkkpilon at juno.com)
I know it's past Halloween but oh, well.
The sound of my alarm clock finally woke me up. Today was going
to be a good day; I could feel it. And if you didn't know, it was
Halloween and Friday, the perfect combo to round out the week.
Even though I was in high school I was still going to wear a
costume to school, but a very low key costume. I reached into my
closet and picked out a long red skirt and a Victorian style red
blouse. Then I found my tub of fake blood. Making sure not to
overdo it I put a small gob of scarlet liquid on the right side
of my forehead and a line of blood on my neck. If you can't tell what
I am already, then I'll tell you. I had decided to go as one of
Jack the Ripper's victims, I don't know which one I had seemed to be;
forgot their names.
I glanced over at the clock to see that I was late to catch the
bus. So I hurried out the door. Just as I opened the door I was
faced with a thick cloud of fog. Cautiously I walked out the door
and down the stairs. I could see only a few feet ahead of me, but
since I had walked to the bus for three years this would be no
different (curses not having a car). Through the fog I saw two
blinking lights. Oh, no, the bus! I began to run, screaming for the
bus to wait. Just then my foot struck something and I went
tumbling down the road.
Finally after I stopped rolling I stood up slowly, holding tight
to a black spiked fence. Once I had gained my footing I walked to
the nearest house in hopes that whoever lived there would let me
use their phone to call for a ride. Once at the door I searched but
could not find a doorbell, so I used the brass knocker. Just then
my legs gave way. I did not remember being carried into the
building. Once my eyes had adjusted to the light I could see i
was in an old style Victorian room.
"Good heavens. I see that you have awakened; you looked like you had
had a nasty fall." I barely could keep myself from laughing. It
was a man in what seemed to be a futuristic knight suit. He
handed me a cup of tea in a porcelain cup.
"I'm fine, thank you. But I.."
"Oh, my, I hadn't noticed that large gash on your head and neck."
"Oh, don't worry, that's fake blood."
Just then a tall man wearing a deerstalker cap walked rushed in
and yelled, "Watson, have you seen that blasted disk?" Then he said spotting
me he said more calmly. "You should have told me we had a guest."
"Holmes, I gave that disk to Inspector Lestrade. And this is -- oh,
wait, I never asked you your name... young lady, where are you
I don't know what made me run out of there. Could have been the
names or the weird costumes (it was Halloween, after all). but
whatever it was, I did not feel like staying around to find out
more. Down the stairs and out the door I went and I turned to go
up the road. Once at the top the fog had seemed to have cleared,
and to my amazement the bus was still there waiting for me.
Without a second thought I boarded the bus for school.
That whole day I could not think of anything else beside that
strange encounter. So after school as I made my way up the street
I turned to look down the road I had fallen down that morning. I
turned down the street, looking for a fence like the one I had
grabbed hold of, but found none. That evening at home I
remembered I had some work to do. Reaching into my bag I felt
something cold and round. I pulled out a cup just like the one I
had been given, full of tea, that morning.
Well, what do you think? I had this story in my mind for a
few days so it's not very fresh.
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