I’d always enjoyed walking in the fog.
There’s something about the eeriness it creates that keeps me outdoors rather than sat indoors in front of a screen.
Today was no different. I’d taken my camera with me in the hope of snapping some eerie shots that would get my creative cogs whirling.
It was just before the light gave way to the twilight that I decided I’d better go home.
Although the next day had been forecast to be another foggy day, I had decided I needed one more photo.
Turning to my left, the scene before me was perfect.
An upward slope shrouded in the fog would make the perfect photo; a photo I’d use for my next book cover.
As I focused the camera towards the top of the slope, I noticed a figure looking down at me.
I immediately lowered my camera and kept my eyes focused on where the figure was standing, yet it wasn’t there.
It must have been a trick of the light, or maybe the fog?
I raised the camera again, ready to focus on the top of the foggy slope, when I was startled by what I saw in the viewfinder.
The same figure, standing there. Yet when I lowered the camera, the figure was gone.
A cold sweat swept over my entire body. That was when a plan came to me.
I aimed the camera towards the top of the slope so that if the figure appeared, I could use the viewfinder to walk towards it.
My luck was in. The figure was there, so I began my walk up the slope.
Halfway up, my arms began to ache, forcing me to bring the camera down. The ‘watcher’, as I had now named the figure, had disappeared.
Raising the camera up, the watcher, once again, appeared in the viewfinder. This time I was determined not to bring my camera down.
The ‘watcher’ became a blur as I got closer to it, but I kept walking.
By the time I reached it, nothing but a hazy, thick, off-white fog had filled the viewfinder.
Lowering the camera, I was faced with nothing but the sight of fog and the sound of waves.
Behind me, something stirred.
I span around.
“You’re it!,” were the words that came out of the mouth of the most repulsive creature I’d ever seen.
Then it pushed me.
As I fell off the edge of the cliff, towards the sounds of the crashing waves, my eyes were briefly focused on the creature as it looked down at me.
“YOU”RE IT!”, it kept on screaming.
I closed my eyes and waited for the coldness of the sea to smash into my body, yet no impact came.
When I finally got the courage to open my eyes, I found myself looking down a foggy slope, at you!
You were looking up at me through a camera and began to climb towards me.
“You’re it,” I repeatedly murmured to myself.
Will you be ‘it’ for me?
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