I saw the shadow of the frog whose in the fog that has been kissed by the princess and became the prince, when I was walking near the lake.

The shadows of your words still cloud my judgment. Your body a mystery figure I've come to know but only in the dark. And when the fog settles in I realize how bad you were for me all over again.

I saw it. An elongated, quaint figure. It stood tall. Confident and firm, he looked at me. His eyes were transparent. His eyes inspected me. They detected the hollowness I held, the void, the black hole of emptiness.

Fearful, I stood behind to the cupboard. The cupboard didn’t mind me standing behind it. I needed protection; the cupboard was the only barrier that stood between me and him. I hid behind the cupboard hoping that he would leave, he looked at me- what else does he want? I was hollow that’s all he needs to know. I have nothing to offer. Clinging on to the cupboard, I moved my head slowly, scanning the room for him. My eyes fell on the old rusty door. It was ajar. A column of light pierced through the empire of darkness that reigned in the room. He must have left.

I tiptoed my way across the room. The moonlight guided my way to the door. Finally, the light from the hall and moonlight merged together to create a path of safety. I was going to get out. Safety was in my grasp. I grabbed the door knob, pulled it it with all the strength I possessed. It was cold as ice. The cold shot through my skin. It hugged my skin and softly caressed my nerves. This was it. I was on the cusp of freedom. A voice within me rose and proudly declared that I am victorious. For a second, I forgot the void. I felt whole. Sometimes the void plays tricks on me, emitting delusions of strength and security. I had no time to question those delusions. I had to leave.

Placing my feet firmly at the threshold, I looked ahead. Scanning again for him. He was nowhere to be found. The moonlight followed me as I walked down the corridor; it penetrated every curtain that stood in its way. It shone brilliantly, instructing the dust particles to move in a synchronised dance- gathering and dispersing.

Along with the dust particles, I moved my body to the rhythm of the moon in hope of reaching safety. Through the endless passageways, my strength and courage dispersed and gathered. This was it. I saw the mighty door. The door I have fantasised about. The door of freedom. The door was large in size, it was littered with locks and iron bars. Getting through this door requires a sharp mind. How does one unlock all these locks without losing hope and falling in the ever-expanding abyss of despair? I looked at the door with an intense stare. I was only a few metres away from it. I began counting the locks. The dust settled. The darkness came back, slowly veiling my vision. I squinted. Counting the glimmers bouncing off each lock.

All of a sudden, everything went black. A hand touched mine, akin to the doorknob I held onto. It was cold but not like ice, no, it was different.

In the shadow of a man Trying to find myself through the fog A figure in the distance My reflection Twigs crunch Can’t tell if I’m moving sideways A shadow of a shadow Or will I make it out alone?

Im walking home like any other day i decided to stop by and see my mothers grave, no one ever found her body when she went missing but she was presumed dead. Its fall so of course its foggy and so hard to even see two feet in front of you almost as if you were in a cave i hate it. crap the gates locked i look at my phone and realize its eleven o'clock at night i didnt think a cemetary would close didnt know you had a mourning time. i can just climb the fence its not that high kinda felt like a squirrel climbing up a tree...huh never thought id compare myself to a squirrel in a cemetry. i walk past all these flowerly decorated stones not remebering the last time my father did that for my mother. i see her sad and empty stone all by itself three rows away from me counting every step i go trying to prolounge dealing with the fact my mother is gone its something i tend to think about everytime. i sit in front of her grave and just put my hand on the ground as if she can reach out and do it back. i began to sob and just dont know what to do without her,out of the blurrs of my tears seeing as if i was looking out of glasses that ive never worn. i see a shadow of a something sit to the stone next to me i look up and nothing is there. hmm must be my mind playing tricks on me. i begin to talk to my mother about my life and how her husband is doing and thats when it happened again another shadow this time in front of me i see the flat shoes in front of my face. i start closing my eyes hoping its just my eyes again i breathe in and say its not real it cant be. i open my eyes to see my mothers figure sitting in front of me telling me to leave. i beg her to let me stay or be with her because it is just to hard doing this on my own without her around. she tells me no and to go home before its to late, thats when i see it. its running full sprint at me i stand up and run as fast as i can hiding in one of the family tombs. I cover my mouth than i saw him... with a knife. he was waiting for me as if it was meant for me. i could not see his face nor hear any voice just the sound of him running around looking for me i try to escape and hide behind a tree. i seem miles away from the exit to scared to move but i have to. i jump the fence and he turns into the moonlight, its my father staring at me, crying.

"dad?"

It took forever for her eyes to adjust in the fog. She stood in the middle of a forest, far from where she was supposed to be. It wasn’t clear to her why she was even there in the first, it wasn’t clear how she had even gotten there. Her last memory was sitting down at the party, then all of the sudden her eyes were having a hard time seeing because of all the fog in front of her. The trees swaying did not make her feel any comfort. They caused this sound that made her look in every direction with every noise that was made, and it was happening often. Then there was the animals, God she hoped they were just deer, or something nice like that. There were shadows, they seemed like they were surrounding her, but to keep her mind straight she just said they were nothing more than animals, but deep down, she was even more worried. “Everything is okay. We’re going to get out of here.” She kept walking through the forest, hoping she was heading out of it. It was cold, and she was feeling the full effect of the cold. She did have a jacket on, but it was thin and was more for style than to keep her warm. She hadn’t planned on being in the forest late at night, or she probably would have dressed a bit warmer. It was late fall, all the leaves had fallen from the trees. Which added anothe anxiety filled experience to her journey. Each step either caused her to to freak that it was someone else, or also caused her to freak because it was alerting whoever else was in the forest with, as much as she hoped it was no one it was getting clearer and clearer. The fog was spreading, literally, but it seemed that she was not alone. It finally hit her. She looked straight forward, meeting her company. It was a mystery, whatever it was. Whoever it was. She could not tell much, besides for that did not want to be discovered, they wore a large jacket and something that completely covered their head and face. They had obviously seen her too, and instead of coming after her, they waved for her to follow them, the hidden figure. Then they turned away and kept walking, which took them down the hill. They disappeared going down the other side of what seemed like a path. She was terrified, how could she of not been? But it seemed like if she was getting out of here alive , her only choice was to follow them. They’d had plenty of opportunities to murder her already, so what was the harm in following them know?