Ever since we moved to the countryside, my parents warned me about the misty field in the small crater only a kilometre away from our abode. Being young, I obeyed my parents.

Every time we drove along the outskirts of the crater, I saw the eeriness of the field.

It was covered with a fog, which from above, seemed like it was only enough to cover the entire ground of the field. However, occasionally the fog would die down, and I could see what seemed to be a white home isolated from the rest of the town.

The field was fairly open, and trees covered a good amount of the land, especially on the hills leading up from the crater.

Though my parents made it seem like a dangerous place filled with mystery, I had determination to travel through that place at least once.

The weekend hit after a busy week of continuous studying for finals. When the sun was blocked by the grey cotton clouds, I set out. My parents were busy working night shifts at their jobs, meaning I had more than plenty of time before they come back.

The journey to the field was long. The weather wasn’t getting any better, and I struggled to keep warm. I had underestimated the weather. As I reached the very edge of the crater, I looked down.

Seeing it this close brought on a much more mysterious vibe rather than eerie. To my right was a stone pathway leading down, with weeds nearly covering it. I made my way through the weeds. It was steep, but I managed to keep my balance and made it to the bottom.

There, the stone pathway continued on. The fog was thick, and it felt colder than up the hill.

Along the stone pathway were spiky plants and loads of weeds. It looked like this place was abandoned.

The grass was a deep green colour but also looked burnt — as if it had survived a fire, and had orange spots in the grass. In the distance I saw a white house to my right, and what seemed like an abandoned carriage to my left.

Seeing this so called “house” in person, it looked more like a church.

But what would a church be doing here?

The atmosphere grew thicker, and it got much more cooler. I ventured off more into the field, ignoring my body’s signals of wanting heat.

At last, I made it to a divided path, one leading the abandoned carriage, and one to the church. Something about this wasn’t pleasant — in fact the atmosphere felt like it suddenly died down. The field was dead silent, not even a bug making a sound. A feeling of bad omen washed over me as I carefully set my gaze to a figure standing beside the door to the church.

The figure wore a brown robe with a hood on. It covered their entire body from head to toe, and I could barely see their face, which was hidden underneath the hood of the robe. It watched me intensely and closely.

I was petrified with fear. I tried to move, but my body wouldn’t budge, almost as if I couldn’t control myself. I felt my cheeks getting red, and my heart was beating rapidly. My palms began to sweat as I stared at the figure. Finally, I managed to move, and ran back. I was cold, and my heart was beating too fast. My heart felt heavy, and my legs were gonna give up. The way up was torture, as I tried and tried to move my legs faster. My mind blanked and all I could think about was getting out of there.

By the time I had reached the top, my legs were dead, and goosebumps covered my whole body. I sat down on the grass and looked down at the field.

The figure hadn’t followed me. Or at least that’s what I see.