The Fog..

 It rolled in around 5:43 Wednesday night.  It was a heavy, manacing mist that completely engulfed me in it’s cold grasp.  My legs grew weak and my head spun making me dizzy and disoriented.  It took my breath away making me cough and wheeze.  I immediately called my Mom to warn her of the danger.  She had only just come home from the hospital, recovering from pneumonia.  Perhaps she was feeling brave, perhaps she wasn’t in her right mind, but, she insisted we come the next day to save her from the Turkey infestation that had taken over her home.  All through that night I worried as I fell deeper and deeper into it’s grasp.  Reluctantly, the next afternoon, I gathered up what strength I had and we headed out for my parent’s place.  

It was eerily quiet in the house.  Mom looked weak, Dad was in an odd mood.  Even the kids seemed somewhat subdued and lethargic.  Was I the only one that noticed the Fog had followed us?  Was I the only one that was completely effected by it?  It followed me, I knew, and I had the feeling it wasn’t going to leave anytime soon.  We managed to kill off the turkeys, including the beastly, headless pig.  It was gruesome but the carnage seemed to energize the children.  They cleaned up the mess while our youngest daughter went around the house spraying the anti demon Lysol on all the surfaces I had touched.  God forbid that I would transfer this evil curse onto my parent’s home.  Fearing the Fog would take hold within my parents home, I bade them a farewell, expressed my love and gratitude and we headed for home.  I can’t recall how long it took to return home.  I was drowning in the Fog that followed me.

There was evil within it and it was coming after me with the fierceness of a bear gone mad.  I barely made it up the stairs and into the house.  Behind me I could feel it’s icy claws grabbing at my feet, trying to pull me down, trying to devour me.  With the last of my strength, I lunged for the door and made it inside.  By this time gobs and gobs of goo were emanating from every orifice of my being.  It choked and gagged me sending me into fits of coughing I couldn’t control.  I collapsed on the couch and lost consciousness.  

I dreamed of wild turkeys lurking within the Fog, laughing and cackling as they drew nearer to me.  In the distance I could hear the squeal of a pig as it snorted out it’s evil commands.   I broke out into a cold sweat feeling the frigid air created by their wings and again I was overtaken by fits of coughing that nearly broke my ribs.  Broccoli trees, giants in the dark, uprooted themselves from the ground and slowly stomped their way towards me as I tried with all my might to crawl away.  Then, suddenly, the ground before me opened up with a shudder.  I lost my balance as the ground beneath me heaved upwards and forwards and I fell screaming in the Fog.

Immediately I realized I was lying in bed.  Sweat rolled down by brow as I tried to open my eyes.  I could feel the sun trying to pierce through the Fog that surrounded me.  I couldn’t open my eyes.  They were held fast by a crusty, hard substance.  My throat was dry and parched.  I rubbed away the glue around me eyes and opened them up to stare at the ceiling and assess my situation.  I was home.  I was in my lovely, soft bed.  I could hear the voices of my children down stairs.  I took a deep breath and immediately was thrown into another fit of coughing.  Gathering what strength I could find, I crawled out of bed, stumbled to the bathroom and almost screamed when I saw my reflection in the mirror.  I had been transformed into a distorted copy of my former self.  The hot water on my face felt like heaven as I washed away the remnants of last nights horrors.  With my legs weak and my joints screaming in protest, I managed to descend the stairs and walk into the living room.  

Lying on the couch, with an afghan pulled up to his chin, trembled my husband as he looked at me in fear.  The Fog had claimed it’s next victim….