Have you ever woken up and thought immediately that you should have stayed in bed?
I have those days more often than I should.
One happened not more than a week ago.
In the not too distant past, I was staying at my cabin, as I often do in the summer.
Now, enough weird stuff tends to happen there. I hear far too many things, and for years I’ve thought it haunted. This is compounded by my penchant for watching horror movies late into the night, as well writing horror fiction in a cabin in the middle of nowhere.
I walked up the stairs only to look out into my backyard and find out I was suddenly in The Mist. The fog rolled in from the valley behind my house, and everything fifty feet from the backdoor was pure white. Tendrils of fog flowed through the trees till the point where I couldn’t see my neighbor’s house.
For a moment, I thought that I’d finally found myself in a horror film.
So I went back to bed and patiently waited for the monsters to come.