A story

It's been a while since iv'e posted on the boards let alone visited them. i gotta say i'm happy to see things on the up and up, some personal gripes here and there but hey that's why there my opinions. Regardless I just wanted to post a nice little story i thought of and didn't post due to me thinking the Harrowing story would come. Seeing as how they have truly gone with the whole "it can happen at any time" thing i thought I would post that now knowing what i know now...that's alot of knowing. So i present to you a nice little tale, whats it about? Pretty sure you'll catch on. Who's it about? A character I made up but don't really worry about that.

Yes I remember...I remember everything...From the moment I saw it to the moment I saw the last rays of the sun. It was, it is my most hated day. How could one day, one simple beautiful day become so bleak and twisted in matter of moments? I remember all of it, the laughter of children, the smiles and greetings of friends and neighbors, the hug my son and wife gave me...and then...and then the screaming. Laughter became screaming, smiles turned to tears and my son crying out to me yelling "Papa! Papa!" and my wife trying to comfort him as she too held back the urge to scream in absolute pain. I even tried to cover there ears, hold them tight telling my self they will be fine...

They were not

I remember all of it...how there skin turned cold and gray. Then how it began to twist into the same look of an old withered tree. How my sons eyes, a soft hazel like his mother were replaced with a dim, eerie green glow. Not just there eyes but there mouths as well screaming all the more louder as this transformation took place. I could do nothing...I was terrified of what they were becoming...I left there side stricken with panic and fear as i saw my wife and son become some sort of abomination...I could do nothing.

They grew silent

The screaming around town had died out, it had stopped. I saw the things that occupied the same space my wife and our beloved son once were. They didn't see at me first they just kept their heads held eye...then slowly looked at me...and I looked at them. All that was once my son, gone his smooth skin turned to this dark grey with holes revealing the green light that escapes his eyes...those eyes...how I miss those lovely soft hazel eyes, they had so much wonder and love in them...to now be replaced with this green glow. And my wife her long, silky brown hair now drained of its glow, twisted and black. their teeth now shaped like that of wolves and black like the night sky...these were no longer my loving wife and my beloved son.

Then they lunged

I was caught off guard by the speed and precision they had. I was able to dodge by rolling to the side but now I was cornered in the kitchen. They rose and turned to me and now seeing me in the corner started to walk towards me. There hands just staying at their sides while there heads kept swaying from side to side as if each step required an enormous amount of strength. I stared and began to to cry...I knew what I had to do...I lunged forward rolling past them. I reach for the knifes...I grabbed the butcher knife...my wife...she...it was the first one to move forward. It began running at me with its arms out... I threw the butchers knife straight at it. Lodging it self right between the eyes and made the abomination crumble to the ground. then the other one, as if enraged at the sight of the other being killed let out a scream and rushed at me...I grabbed another knife and threw it...it landed right between the eyes, the sharpen point sticking out from behind...

In those moments I had finally noticed what was happen. This black twisted cloud had began to envelope all the sky and now it began to go down to meet the water and as it slowly came closer to meet the water the light of the sun was gone. A cold came through a cold that I remember feeling when I was holding my son and wife...I turned to the monsters...their bodies began to glow, a bright blue, there entire body engulfed in this glow and slowly the glow evaporated into the air only leaving behind the knives I had thrown...I fell to my knees and began to weep...this black cloud was the doing it took my son and wife from me. And as if to mock me it forced me to kill them...it forced me to kill them...I could do nothing but just kneel there and weep asking why it had spared me.

Yes, I remember...I remember it all...the days I spent with them, the smiles and laughs we shared. I remember it all the soft warmth of the sun and the gentle breeze passing by. I remember it all...but...is it wrong that I wish to forget it all if it means I can no longer live with the memories of my son and wife becoming...becoming...those things....

Is it wrong?

Thank you so much for taking time out of your day to read this. Sorry if it was not to your liking if you straight up just didn't read it because it was that bad for you. Hey I never said I was good at stories. But either way I thought this up cuz I need meh sp00kyz stories for halloween (even if this one is a bit late). For those wondering this is indeed my thoughts on how the Black Mist affected those living on the island when it first arrived. Either way tell me if you liked it or if it was a big pile of doodoo, you have an opinion and you should feel empowered to say it. Thanks again.