True Scary Stories: The Man in the Fog

One night, several years ago – I arrived home from the library and parked the car in the driveway.

It was quite foggy but the streetlights were on, so I went over to the mailbox before going inside.

At that point, I was not a believer in true scary stories, but what happened next changed all that.

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Updated 2/9/2020 – While fishing around in my mailbox, something I saw from the corner of my eye made me turn to the right.

At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, as a strange figure of a man was at the other end of the street.

It was strange because he was just standing there – and I assume – was staring straight at me.

My fight or flight reflex kicked in and I quickly made my way to my front door – with hairs prickling on my neck.

I unlocked the door, turned to have a last look and nearly fainted. The figure was now at the end of the driveway!

Something told me to go inside and lock the door.

Once inside I looked through the window and he was gone.

I was trembling in fear and couldn’t decide whether or not to turn the lights on, but I continued to check the window.

I almost jumped out of my skin when the neighbor’s dogs started barking loudly.

Hearing the footsteps approaching my front door, I gasped and ran to look through the peephole.

The front light wasn’t on but I could see the eerie light from the street, which was creepy due to the fog.

Barely breathing, I stared through the peephole and squealed in fear when a dark shadow appeared.

I was sure that it was a man wearing a wide-brimmed hat, only inches away from the door.

Instinctively, I flipped the light switch and went back to look through the peephole. He wasn’t there!

I raced around the house and turned every light on, while I called 911 and waited for them to answer.

Then the phone went dead! In a panic, I kept re-dialing but it was pointless. I didn’t know what to do.

I was shaking in terror as I crept into the kitchen and grabbed one of my knives.

The dogs had stopped barking and for a moment I thought that the shadow man had disappeared.

Checking all the windows and slowly calming down, I went to my bedroom and sat down on my bed.

It seemed like hours had passed and after one more check on all the windows, I went to bed.

Early the next morning – around 3 a.m. – something woke me up and I sat bolt upright, straining my ears.

The silence was so deafening but my beating heart almost hurt with the slowly building anxiety.

Then the lights went out!

I screamed and then leapt out of bed when I felt a cold breeze on my face!

I ran through the house and then the lights suddenly came on again.

I checked the windows.

Nothing.

I stayed up until dawn.

I never saw him again and can’t explain what happened.

Ever since then, I’ve been afraid of fog, the dark, and strange men.

The Man in the Fog