A lovely fog has rolled in over town the last few days, and I’ve found my heart secretly praying that some horrible supernatural event is about to occur that will destroy the very fabric of society. I’d take anything from a vampiric overlord to a zombie invasion. I suppose it doesn’t even have to be the undead; it could be fay or aliens or some other form of cryptid. I’m openminded about it. As I pass the dark evergreens standing like the shadows of ancient sentinels upon the misty hills, I can’t help praising God for the beauty of mystery.
A Foggy Day
Tale Told 