The Fog Cemetery
By
Matthew C. Nelson
The fire was the first thing built when the Tallow's
finished setting up camp. Having heard about the campfires that got out of hand
several years back encouraged them to even take a class the week prior
instructed by one of the rangers. Before the class ended, Mr. and Mrs. Herb and
Willow Tallow, along with their daughter, Jasmin, all knew the proper ways of
fire construction, as well as the proper way to put it out.
The Tallow's had been looking forward to this weekend
camping outing for about three months. The plan had been originally to go
during the summer, but rethought that after they factored in mosquitoes and
erratic weather fronts. After one night's discussion around dinner, they all
agreed to go the first weekend in Autumn. They had originally planned on
camping down by the river, but were told about a campsite through a friend of
theirs. The campsite, called Fort of the Forest, lay about a day's journey up
the side of Blackburn Mountain, one of the smaller peaks found within the
Rockies.
With the fire made, the tents were set, and dinner eaten,
they all decided to go on a small nature hike around the area, to familiarize
themselves with the terrain. They'd heard that in the late 1800's, the area had
been frequented by man a person hoping to strike it rich on gold. In fact, the
ranger told them that quite a few gold mining shacks dotted the park, all of
which, sadly enough, were off limits mainly due to the fact that they were
probably no longer structurally sound.
As they made their way though the wooded path, they came
across a small brook that grew deeper as they followed the trail. By the time
they'd come across one of the gold-mining shacks, the river was about waist
deep. They were a bit startled when they came up to a burly-looking man
crouching over the ground with his back to new-comers. "I can hear you
behind me. If you knew what's best for you, you will leave this mountain,"
the old man hoarsely called over his shoulder. "We appreciate the warning",
Herb offered up hesitantly, "but my family and I are camping up here. We
don't mean any harm." "You may not 'mean any harm', I don't
care...leave now or suffer the consequences!" the man snapped. Quickly
gathering his family together, they pushed onward down the trail. At the
slightest word from either his wife or daughter, he hushed them.
About an hour later, the incident had been forgotten as the
family began to see more and more signs of animal life. It was especially
beautiful, definitely the kind of place they were looking to find. Time passed
quickly by and daylight began to slowly descend over the trees, with the
setting sun steeping the land in a golden glow. As they began to make their way
back to their camp, a thick fog had rolled in from out of nowhere. As the fog
thickened, everything became covered in dew. As it grew darker, it got
increasingly cold, so cold they could begin to make out the outlines of their
breath. Realizing that up ahead is where they'd ran into that rude man, they
all stuck together.
Coming into the clearing, the man wasn't there. "So
much the better" was the general consensus by the family as they pressed
on. All of a sudden, some of the fog revealed grave stones all around them.
There must have been well-over fifty of them. "Daddy", Jasmin
whimpered, "I'm scared. I want to go back to camp...now." "We
are honey. Daddy won't let anything happen to you. We're not that far. One we
get there, we'll make some popcorn and play some games. Isn't that right?"
She turned to look at her husband, but he had vanished.
Welling up with a tightness in her chest, Willow cried
out,"Herb? Where are you?" She and Jasmin screamed this as they
scanned the area. Stepping out of a tree, one hand behind his back and
displaying an odd smile, Herb spoke," Dear....you really should have
listened to the man." He pulled a hand axe from behind his back.
"Now relax, this will be painless. The both of you
should be feeling quite sleepy right...about...."
Mother and daughter dropped to the forest floor.
"...now."
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