Death in the Fog: A Paranormal Thriller of Fate on a Foggy Highway

(🎧 Audio Version) Death in the Fog: A Paranormal Thriller of Fate on a Foggy Highway

[📖 Prefer reading? Here's the story in script format.] ⬇

(Scene: A Foggy Highway, night. YOU are driving in your car. Your hands grip the wheel, eyes darting between the road and the rearview mirror.)

You: Never seen fog like this before. Can’t even see what’s in front.

(As you drive past a Black Truck, a whisper slides into your ear.)

Voice: You won’t make it home tonight.

(Your hands tighten on the wheel. You glance at the rearview mirror, seeing nothing but fog.)

You: Who’s there?

Voice: Death.

(Your heart pounds, but you keep your eyes glued to the road.)

You: What kind of sick joke is this? Come out!

Death: I’m here. Tonight is your last.

You: What are you talking about?

Death: This road… this fog… they will swallow you.

You: I don’t know who you are, but this isn’t funny.

Death: It isn’t meant to be.

You: I’m going home. I need to see my family.

Death: You won’t.

(A chill washes over you. The road ahead seems narrower, the fog thicker.)

You: Stop it! Who are you?

Death: I’ve told you.

You: What do you want?

Death: Nothing. I’m simply here to tell you… tonight, you die.

(You grip the wheel harder.)

You: No. I’m a skilled driver. I’ll get home.

Death: Skill won’t save you. When a deer leaps into your path, what will you do? Swerve and crash into the car on the other side? Or plow through it and lose control?

You: There won’t be any deer. I’ll stop. I’ll pull over and wait for the fog to clear. You can’t kill me without the fog.

(The voice laughs, low and mocking.)

Death: Stop? No. Your fate will find you, even if you pull over. Besides, do you think the Black Truck behind you will let you?

(You glance at the rearview mirror again. Faint headlights pierce the fog, unnervingly close.)

You: That’s just a normal truck… Why are you doing this?

Death: To see.

(You clench your jaw, anger flaring against the fear.)

You: You’re lying. I’ll stop this.

Death: If that helps you hold the wheel tighter.

(You press the brakes lightly, trying to slow down, but the Black Truck behind you grows closer.)

You: No…

(The voice leans closer.)

Death: The morning light will touch your wife and sons, but not you.

(Your hands tremble. You slam the brakes harder.)

Death: If you speed up, you rush to your death. Slow down, and it still finds you. Either way, it’s already here.

(The Truck’s headlights flood the car. Your breathing is ragged. Your grip on the wheel is desperate.)

Death: It’s time—

(Posted on Threads on 27.12.2024)

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"You won’t make it home tonight."