It was a very misty day this morning. I did not know what I thought. I did not have to be in the forest at all. My father always told me to stay away from the forest when it was misty."The mist is where the creepers come out," he always said. And he then told stories. About people who lived in the mist. And want to lure you away to their magical world. I found it odd, because he never believed in ghosts, fairy tales and those things. But he always told the story of the Witte Wieven. With big, wide eyes. And when I was very little I would get scared and sometimes even cry. My dad would then laugh and hold me in his arms. Telling me it was alright. As long as I stayed away from the forest.
But something was making me go me tot hat forest today. When Maria disappeared it was as misty as today. Maybe the mist was even thicker that one day. But I forgot.
The mist swirled around like mad. It was like there was a strong wind going over the ground. But it did not feel like there was any wind at all. The trees were not moving either.
And suddenly everything was normal again.Now I sound like a maniac. It was scary. It felt outwardly and weird... and evil.
And ofcourse my phone did not work. I tried to take a picture so many times but it did not work at all. I noticed no flash and even without it, the picture did not work. I wish it did.
Not the mist itself. In most stories the mist is evil.
But compared to the lights, the mist was soothing. Save even.
Has this happened before? It must have.
Have you experienced any thing like this?
Please tell me it is normal. I sound crazy every time I talk about this.
Has this happened before? It must have.
Have you experienced any thing like this?
Please tell me it is normal. I sound crazy every time I talk about this.