Whispers in the Fog

Whispers in the Fog

The road stretched endlessly into the darkness, swallowed by the thick fog that clung to the earth like an old, heavy curse. The radio crackled with static, and the rhythmic thud of the windshield wipers played a lonely tune against the silence. Ethan adjusted his grip on the steering wheel, his fingers numb despite the car’s heater blasting at full force.

It was past midnight, and he had been driving for hours. The route was unfamiliar, a backroad he had taken to shave off time on his journey home. The GPS had lost signal miles ago, leaving him to trust his instincts. But the deeper he drove into the fog, the more unsettling it became.

A shadow flickered in the mist just beyond his headlights.

His pulse quickened. Probably a deer, he reassured himself. But something gnawed at the back of his mind. It hadn’t moved like an animal—too still, too deliberate.

The road twisted, leading him into a tunnel of skeletal trees, their branches clawing at the sky. The fog thickened. He flicked on the high beams, but the light seemed to be swallowed whole. A whispering sound slithered through the air, faint yet distinct. Ethan’s breath hitched. He turned down the radio, ears straining.

Nothing.

Just his paranoia playing tricks on him.

And then!

A figure emerged from the mist. A woman, standing in the center of the road, motionless. Her long, tangled hair draped over her pale face, her white dress tattered and soaked. She didn’t move.

Ethan’s foot slammed on the brakes. Tires screeched. His heart pounded against his ribs. The car came to a shuddering stop mere feet from her.

She didn’t react!

Adrenaline surged through him as he fumbled for his phone. No service. He honked the horn. The sound echoed eerily, swallowed by the fog.

The woman tilted her head slowly. Ethan’s stomach churned. Her mouth moved, whispering something too soft to hear.

He hesitated, every instinct screaming at him to stay in the car. But what if she needed help? What if !

A chilling laugh echoed from the trees.

His blood turned to ice. He darted his gaze to the tree line, his hands shaking. The woman was still whispering, her lips moving faster, soundless yet insistent.

Then, her voice crawled into his ears, though her lips never opened.

“You shouldn’t have stopped.”

His heart nearly burst. The headlights flickered. The temperature inside the car plummeted. His breath fogged in front of him.

She took a step forward!

Ethan slammed the car into reverse, his tires spinning against the damp pavement. He didn’t look away, watching as the woman’s form began to blur and distort, as if the fog itself was swallowing her.

Something moved in the rearview mirror.

A face!

Inside the car!

A grotesque grin, hollow eyes, and fingers stretching toward him from the backseat. A strangled scream tore from his throat as he whipped around, but

Nothing!

The backseat was empty.

Panting, Ethan’s shaking hands gripped the wheel. His mind was unraveling. He had to get out of there. Now.

He turned back to the road

The woman was gone.

The fog began to recede, as if whatever had been lurking was satisfied. His body trembled as he hit the gas, speeding through the twisting road, not daring to slow down. Not until the mist was far behind him.

He reached town just as dawn broke. The first golden rays of sunlight painted the sky, washing away the horrors of the night. But the whispers—

They never stopped.

And when he glanced in the rearview mirror one last time, he swore he saw a pair of hollow eyes staring back at him.