Mystery Story
Complete silence. The only noise came from the gust of dry wind
which blew through the ancient maze of dilapidated houses
where windows have long shattered in the weakness of their
structures and rotting boards hung desperately to cover the
empty eyes of every desolate home. Doors hung on their hinges
by a single thread, groaning with every sway of the wind.
I gulped, "Maybe I shouldn’t have wandered so far..."
All around me were stocky looking men, whose faces were
obscured under their tattered beards and each of them seemed
to be wearing a fedora hat which sat perched above their sunken
eyes-inhabitants of this ghost town. A thick fog began to
permeate the sky, blotting my vision and shrouding everything in a
thick, ethereal- like veil, so dense not even the sun was able to
penetrate it's haze.
I ran to a clearing, standing on a protruding mound to get a
better view. Over a ridge, to the north, which seemed to be
encapsulated by knolls, was a derelict church.
"Maybe I’ll wait in there till the fog clears"- I mused to myself
I inched closer in hope of refuge and shelter like a moth attracted
to a lurid light. Upon close proximity, the details were clear; the
sides of the church were weathered and rough; the corners had
large crevices as if mites had been chewing away interminably.
Weeds scattered across the cracked asphalt of the path leading
to the building.
The fog creeped up towards the church, it's tendril like fingers
clawing their way closer. closer...closer...closer it came,
smothering the open pathway to the entrance of the oak doors.
I took a deep breath and walked in, "This is a really bad idea."
Inside was no different. cobwebs lined each corner, gently
rocking to the moisture laden wind blowing in from the naked and
shattered stained glass windows. Delicate vases were placed on
their pillar pedestals, etched with intricate design, now faded and
Complete silence. The only noise came from the gust of dry wind
which blew through the ancient maze of dilapidated houses
where windows have long shattered in the weakness of their
structures and rotting boards hung desperately to cover the
empty eyes of every desolate home. Doors hung on their hinges
by a single thread, groaning with every sway of the wind.
I gulped, "Maybe I shouldn’t have wandered so far..."
All around me were stocky looking men, whose faces were
obscured under their tattered beards and each of them seemed
to be wearing a fedora hat which sat perched above their sunken
eyes-inhabitants of this ghost town. A thick fog began to
permeate the sky, blotting my vision and shrouding everything in a
thick, ethereal- like veil, so dense not even the sun was able to
penetrate it's haze.
I ran to a clearing, standing on a protruding mound to get a
better view. Over a ridge, to the north, which seemed to be
encapsulated by knolls, was a derelict church.
"Maybe I’ll wait in there till the fog clears"- I mused to myself
I inched closer in hope of refuge and shelter like a moth attracted
to a lurid light. Upon close proximity, the details were clear; the
sides of the church were weathered and rough; the corners had
large crevices as if mites had been chewing away interminably.
Weeds scattered across the cracked asphalt of the path leading
to the building.
The fog creeped up towards the church, it's tendril like fingers
clawing their way closer. closer...closer...closer it came,
smothering the open pathway to the entrance of the oak doors.
I took a deep breath and walked in, "This is a really bad idea."
Inside was no different. cobwebs lined each corner, gently
rocking to the moisture laden wind blowing in from the naked and
shattered stained glass windows. Delicate vases were placed on
their pillar pedestals, etched with intricate design, now faded and
