Fog: A Narrative Fiction

Running, Bob screamed, “Billy run! He’s behind us! Don’t stop!” As they’re running they saw the bridge next to the beach in Los Angeles. Billy started running faster and faster then he finally caught up with Bob. They both looked back and saw the man in the dark. They could barely see the beach in the fog. Still running, Bob screamed, “I can see the beach house Billy.” The house was approaching them in the fog. The man in the dark came out of nowhere with his super sharp axe dripping with dark, thick red blood. The man in the dark swung at the two and tried to kill them. Bob and Billy dodged it and ran as fast as they could. Soon they would reach the beach house, but the guy was fast like an olympian. He ran super fast when fear moved his
They both said you know what I don’t believe this is real so as Billy was walking toward him he saw the man in the dark swing his axe and cut Billy’s arm piece by piece nerve by nerve slowly taking the muscle of his arm right off. Billy had so much adrenaline that he didn’t care he just ran fast toward Bob. Bob screeched in fear, turned around and ran. Billy struggles to keep up with Bob, thought this was his last day to live. The man in the dark chased them to a train station and in the train station there was a light flickering and it was dark. The man in the dark dragged his axe across the floor, making a noise that almost sounded like sharp claws on a chalk board. Bob whispered quietly to Billy, “Don’t scream I'm gonna patch you up.” Bob pulled a piece of his shirt off and wrapped up his cut. Bob made sure to not let Billy scream. Billy saw blood drips going toward them from where they came in and instantly knew that’s how the man in the dark knew where they were. Bob said, “Billy get up now! We have to move he knows where we are.” Billy got up and ran toward the tracks with