The Mist ( Part 2 )

I stop on my tracks, stare at the women , and then up the sky. As expected the lights were leading to a way ; opposite to the women.

My instincts get to work, and without thinking my feet starts running towards the opposite direction. The lightning strikes, painting the whole sky white for a split second. And I hear her voice.

You'll regret that.

My lungs were on fire, with the effort to keep up with the chase. Soon I hear the sound of rhythmic footsteps, following me at a calm and unhurried pace. So much in contrast to the loud howling of winds and my own terrified state .

Worse enough, no matter how fast I run. The footsteps remain at the same pace, never losing the trail.

Ahead something glows at a distance, and the path splits into two- one way the sky lit up with golden lights and the other with blue. I hault at the diversion. As if following the cue, the footsteps also stop.

I dare not look back.

You'll regret that.

A low hum starts to penetrate my head, piercing into my eardrums. I clutch my head and fall down to the muddy ground. Both the ways start to get violent- With the lightning striking at a frightening pace and the rain intensified.

Then suddenly

A lightning strikes, so powerful— it turns the whole vision white, and I see a broken gateway. It was exactly between both the paths.

This was a decision of intuition- My future depends on my choice. No logic. So I went on with the first thing that came to my mind.

Gateway.

Ignoring my body screaming with exhaustion, and my head deeply penetrated by the creepy hum . I start sprinting towards the broken gateway. Behind me i hear her voice.

You're going the wrong way.

I don't listen and continue on my way. The gateway was within an arm's length- i reach out my hand gripping it's surface.

A white light flashes and I loose consciousness. I feel as if my body was floating, and I go limp.

I open my eyes with a jolt. My body feeling as heavy as lead, even a simple movement feels like a challenge.

My eyes land upon the white ceiling of the hospital bed. I was lying on the hospital bed, surrounded by machines .

Then; I remember

How can I forget?

She did this again- Another one of her construct . None of that was real; the train, the field, the gateway. Except her.

Beside me was my sister, sighing in relief that i was back. Her face creased with worry after she sees my pale face looking up at her for the first time since I woke up.

But something else is also there. I turn my gaze to the corner of the room.

There she was.

In a corner. White hood.

This time hood drawn up.

No face. Just a creepy smile.

Smiling.

Watching.

I shouldn't have been curious about that strange rumour.

They say curiosity killed the cat. But here i was, Alive. Breathing.

...I'm alive...right?

...THE MIST...

...• THE END •...