The world is cloaked in shadows and secrets,
a place where the unknown breathes just beneath the surface. No one truly knows what exists out there.
Some believe in God.
Some deny His existence.
Some whisper about ghosts, demons, and devils...
but most of them laugh it off as fantasy.
Yet long ago, a few swore they had seen them ,
Gods that weep. Devils that smile. Spirits that scream.
Their stories were buried along with them,
discarded by a world too afraid to believe.
But there was a place in England where myth still wander around and kill the travellers on the way.
In the 1980's, A 17 years old boy named Yeos lived in a small village. He grew up poor, not just "barely-getting-by" poor, but the kind of poor that makes people look down at him.
His family had moved out to the countryside in England for work and supposedly looking for peace and cheaper living. But all it brought him was silence and discrimination.
The kids in school kept their distance from him. Others simply didn't care about him. He grew up alone having no friends.
That kind of loneliness… it does things to person's minds.
Over time, he developed Adhd.
But worse than that, he started laughing at the wrong times.
When things got tense, when danger was near - he'd smile like a maniac.
When people screamed… sometimes, he'd chuckle with demonic sounds.
Not because he wanted to.
Because something in his mind broke a little and never quite healed. He was never liked and loved by classmate rather he spend most of his time helping others.
Even doing good deeds to everyone.
People still whispered behind his back
"That kid's weird."
"Probably psychopath."
"Haha , Don't talk to him; just in case."
So he kept to himself. He got used to the silence. Used to being invisible to others.
That's how the society works, if someone didn't reach expectations and usefulness to the society.
But being invisible also meant seeing things no one else noticed. The place he lived in was peaceful on the outside. But anyone who stayed long enough started to feel it, that strange heaviness in the air. That silence that wasn't just silence.
That fog that never fully cleared.
The locals never talked about it directly.
But everyone knew. This town was infamous for having urban legend...
There were rumors that, Many strange creatures were lurking in the woods.
The people kept disappearing without a trace overnight. There was someone watching you in the forest, if you walked home alone. They said if you heard footsteps behind you on an empty road.
don't look back..!
But one day at foggy night, yeso life will change forver. After finishing school, he was ready to go his home, he walked alone as always, the road was empty, full of fog. The streetlamps had flickered again. That was the third time this week.
"He looked around. No one. Just fog everywhere "
He sighed and whispered "Great. Just me and the legendary ghost that eats loners at midnight. Perfect setting for a dumb horror movie. And I'm the guy who dies first."
The fog was thicker than usual that night.
Streetlamps barely lit the road, casting long shadows across the wet pavement. He walked with his hands in his pockets,
The silence felt... heavier than normal.
Then, he saw it.
Across the street — near the graveyard wall.
A large, black shape. Low to the ground. Unmoving. He squinted his eyes,
He whispered to himself;
"Please be a trash bag. Please be a trash bag... or a really sad sheep."
The shape lifted its head. Then he saw two glowing red eyes stared right at him. He froze at the moment. He was shocked;
"...Yup. that doesn't looks like a trash bag."
The figure in the fog didn't move.
Neither did he.
Then, it took one slow step forward towards him....,The footsteps of the figure were rough.
Slowly the figure reveal its face and charge towards him.
Bam!..