It was the fall of 2004. The leaves were turning yellow and red, the smell of damp soil and damp mulch was rife in the air. All over the city there was an usually thick fog in the afternoon, which though fog is common, just not this thick. To describe it in a matter you can visualize it , you could not see your outstretched hand in front of you.

Cut to the evening , my cousin and I are both closing up a bar we both worked at on the weekends. Him and I are both laughing and sharing stories of the how the alcohol fuelled patrons of the bar were acting and embarrassing themselves. We must have really been enjoying ourselves because we lost track of all time and before we knew it the head bartender and manager had left , leaving us to close the bar.

Just about as we were finishing mopping behind the bar , we see that the fog has somehow rolled into the bar, via the back door we use to exit. Him and look at each other perplexed as to how that even happened , but we just turned on the heater and within minutes the fog dissipated. As we were grabbing our coats and head toward the door, we see footprints that appear to lead out from the bar to outside.

Him and I discuss it among ourselves if either of us had left for a smoke break , or if we saw someone leave the bar after we had mopped that section. Of course, none of us did and since we were tired , we didn’t mind It to much and made our way towards the car and eventually home.

As we are locking the back, my cousin stops me and says he feels someone is watching us. I didn’t want to admit it at the time but I had the same feeling he had , only 5 mins longer. No matter, just probably our imaginations running wild. Afterall, it’s 3:45 am, the streets are uncharacteristically empty and the fog now seems thicker then before. It looked like something a prop designer from a horror movie would be very proud of

My cousin , always alert and always ready for a fight decided that he was not going to take any chances. His thoughts went to perhaps there was a bar patron that was upset with us because we didn’t serve them, or just someone looking for a fight, so he grabbed a rye bar from beside the door and said "Fuck this, let’s just go to the car and get our ass’s home. I don’t need this Silent Hill shit"

In agreement, him and I started walking towards the car. As we were walking our nerves started getting more and more on edge. The atmosphere the thick fog created was only amplified by the sound of nothingness. Not even cars passing by. The only noise was the bars outdoor heater which was humming , indicating it was left on.

We had discussed for a moment to go back and turn it off but we both came to a very quick "No" on the matter, rather Him and I convinced ourselves the heater must be on a timer of sorts, so there would no point in going back in to check on it. Dismissing the matter of the heater, our attention goes back to getting to the car and leaving. In a moment of absent mindlessness, we both seem to have forgotten where we parked the car.

We both squabble for a moment trying to blame each other for the location of the car. This being a very big parking lot, and the only light available was the barely visible street light in the middle of the parking lot, we decided to split up for a second and holler to when we found the car.

My cousin and I both separated looking for the car, in the thickest of fogs was in an vastly empty , dark parking lot. We can feel that both of us are on edge. Though we did not say it, perhaps by pride ,but we probably would have preferred to stay together.

After about 2 mins of looking separately It was not long before we we had lost sight of each other in the fog.

I cant speak for my cousin, but I can tell you that it was at that moment that I felt the hair on the back of neck raise and the adrenalin in my veins start pumping because I was in fact terrified.

Now this next part is the part a lot of people have issues believing it happened.