The Fog
There has always been something truly eerie about a fog—the way a dense, gloomy fog rolls in and covers everything in a shroud of mystery.
The way it creeps in, spreading its misty tentacles over all.
Why does the image of an ephemeral wall of mist chill us to the bone? Perhaps because a fog is mystifying, dim and wet. Or maybe because everything we see inside the cold, thick fog resembles dark and ominous shadows.
A fog blurs our vision, it blinds us to what’s coming and makes us unsure of the destiny that awaits us on the other side. It conjures feelings of vulnerability, despair and fear.
Don’t get caught in the fog!
I beg your pardon…that was just the rambling of an over-stimulated writer’s mind. Welcome to my blog! Actually, a fog is defined as “a collection of liquid water droplets or ice crystals suspended in the air at or near the Earth’s surface.” – Wikipedia
…but what if a fog has infiltrated your brain?
Illustration by phantomphreaq (deviantArt)
Excerpt from THE BASEMENT
Cleo pounded repeatedly on the door. She knocked as hard as she could to no avail. She rubbed her knuckles, which had begun to ache. Just as she decided to give up and turned to leave, someone finally opened the door. It was Robert. He looked a mess! His hair resembled a bird’s nest. Apparently, she had woken him.
Amidst all the drama the night before, as he tried to teach his son a lesson in manhood while his wife interfered, Robert had become very upset. After his wife left the apartment to look for Robbie, he drank heavily. He gulped down one beer after another and passed out on his easy chair in the living room. The banging on the door shook him from a deep slumber.
Cleo wore a concerned grimace. “Something’s happened to your son!”
Robert, who was a bit disoriented, gawked at the girl, his forehead crinkled in confusion. He wore a bewildered expression, and his eyes darted to and fro. He winced and rubbed his head. He had a terrible headache—one of the disagreeable aftereffects of drunkenness.
“What are you talking about?” he asked in a gruff voice. “My son’s sleeping in his room.”
Cleo watched as he staggered forward like a drunk, expending huge amounts of energy just staying in one place.
“Your son’s downstairs sitting on the sidewalk in front of this building!” Her voice was shrill, and her eyes were opened wide. “He could be hurt! He’s covered in blood! You need to come downstairs right away!”
Roberts’s hands flew to cover his ears, and he grimaced as his head throbbed from her screams.
“You sent him down to the basement last night!” she added with reproach. Then Cleo rolled her eyes at him, spun, and zipped down the stairs.
“That doesn’t make sense. His mother went down to the basement last night to get him!”
Robert was ranting, unable to focus, until a light bulb went on in his head and burned the infiltrating fog. Panic surged through his body and seemed to sober him up.
“My poor son!” he gasped.
He shambled to Robbie’s room. He needed to check for himself whether or not his son was there. He pushed open the door to Robbie’s room and saw he was indeed gone. He proceeded to his bedroom to wake his wife, but when he looked inside, he was shocked to see the bed had not been slept in. Dread overcame him again.
“What happened last night in that basement?” he asked under his breath.
His pulse began to race, and he breathed heavily. He did not bother to brush his teeth or fix his messy hair. As he bolted out the door, he was still wearing the same unkempt clothes he wore the day before—the very clothes he had soaked with foul perspiration, and which now stuck to his salty flesh. He had the appearance and startling, offensive stench of a vagrant. At the moment, he did not care about such things. All he could think about, as he rushed down the stairs, was getting to his wife and son.
What happened in the basement?
Please carry on, horrors and mystery writing id not my strongest points but I just loved yours. Well done.
LikeLike
Thank you so much Johan! That really made my day. I know that horror/suspense/thrillers are not everyone’s cup of tea, so I’m very happy you enjoyed the excerpt of The Basement. Although I do blend some humor and romance in my story as well. Thank you for stopping by, and for your awesome comment. 😀
LikeLike
That sounds pretty interesting! I always like symbolic interpretations of ordinary things, the way you wrote is really nice, and the image kinda scared me :0..
LikeLike
Thank you! 😀 Haha! That was the idea! I’m glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for visiting and for your comment.
LikeLike
Gripping excerpt! Thanks for stopping by my blog, new follower via WLC
LikeLike
Hello Heather! You’re welcome it was my pleasure. I’m happy you enjoyed the excerpt. Thank you for the visit and the comment. 😀
LikeLike
Depending on the frame of mind, Fog an be an eerie thing, it can disorient you and make you feel lost or even claustrophobic. Thanks for stopping by Oh My Heartsie Reviews
LikeLike
You’re absolutely right! You’re welcome, it was my pleasure. 😀
LikeLike
Fog is creepy. That’s why I used to love to go riding my horse in it by myself. We get super thick tule fog. I loved the feeling.
LikeLike
That’s so cool and scary! Love it! Thanks for stopping by Christy. 😀
LikeLike
‘Love excerpt! -Marci @ Stone Cottage Adventures
Thank you for hopping on board The Great Blog Train!
LikeLike
Hi Marci! Thank you! I’m so glad you enjoyed it! You’re welcome it was my pleasure. 😀
LikeLike
I hate fog, you summed it up quite nicely and as for the excerpt- I’M Hooked 🙂
LikeLike
Yay! I’m glad you enjoyed it Mschell! 😀 Thank you for stopping by.
LikeLike
I’ve nominated you for The Super Sweet Blogging Award. If you choose to accept, please go here: http://africolonialstories.wordpress.com/2013/05/08/the-super-sweet-blogging-award/
LikeLike
Thank you so much Jo! I feel honored to have been nominated for this by you. Thank you, thank you, thank you! 😀
LikeLike
Such a pleasure Vashti! I admire your talent. 😀
LikeLike
That means a lot coming from you Jo. Thanks again. 😀
LikeLike
Thank you for sharing this with us.
LikeLike
You’re very welcome. 😀 Thank you for stopping by and leaving me a comment.
LikeLike
I love Super Sunday Sync because I get to read more of your writing! 🙂
This is really great, very well written. I’m curious to learn more of the story.
LikeLike
Awww! Thank you so much Rosey! I enjoy the Super Sunday Sync too. You can stop by anytime and check out my Excerpts page or About The Book page. You can learn more about the story there. 🙂
LikeLike
Suspenseful!!! I can’t wait to see what follows next! Also, I love the fog and all it’s eerie qualities. I find it quite calm and romantic…maybe the fog is different here in California?
Stopping by from the Sync and now a new follower of yours!
xo,
Jessica
http://thedoilyduck.blogspot.com
LikeLike
Hello Jessica! I’m so glad you enjoyed the post. 😀 I’ve always found a fog creepily awesome. Ha,ha! I guess it’s all those “The Fog” movies. Thank you for following I’ll try to keep you entertained. 😉
LikeLike
brilliant writing, such suspense!! thanks for sharing with #readwithme
LikeLiked by 1 person
It’s always a pleasure sharing with you on Read With Me. Thank you! 😀 xx
LikeLike