House in the Fog
Local residents say it's the oldest house in the Commonwealth and was once a refuge for witches. They also say that it once was a hospital. No matter the origin stories, the House in the Fog is run-down and scarcely visited.
Legend tells that any child who visits will not be heard from a year or less after they visit. I just turned 18, so I had my fair share of chances, even though I was a skeptic of the idea. I'd just moved here from Las Vegas, a little gambling hole off I-15 en route to Los Angeles, and I was unfamiliar with everything rural Northern Virginia had to offer.
This place was where I was to settle before taking my stance towards higher education in the subsequent year. I decided to establish myself in a state near New York before pursuing my studies in Scientific History at the main New York University campus my sophomore and following years. One solitary visit to an uninhabited and likely isolated household outside of America's capital would not jeopardise my educational endeavours.
In all essence, I needed assistance and provisions, to lighten the blow of this one night in the House in the Fog. I had presented myself to two locals in a relationship, whom I shall give the aliases of Guinevere Mason and Robert Holbrook. This couple, who are now some of my closest comrades, had an enthusiastic interest in my expedition of the House in the Fog. When I first presented the proposal to them on our first outing in the city square, I had amused Gwen and frightened Rob.
"There's a lot of fog where I came from," Gwen said, amusing all of us with an anecdote as an attempt to alleviate our alarm, "DC is nothing like the State."
Rob gestured towards me, his fright growing with every word Gwen had placed into our conversation. "Yeah, haw haw." Rob winced as if the wicked and blasphemous essence of that damned house burrowed through his entire mortal form. "This fucking city's not like the other Washington. It doesn't have that foggy house, haw, haw, haw!"
"For the sake of all that is blessed," I announced to my future comrades on this adventure into the unknown, "I do not believe in the horrible claims of the locals. I do not believe that house is cursed or spoiled by an abhorrent essence. The residence we plan to explore is an antique of the seventeenth century, and is nothing like what the rumors say."
Rob sighed and his eyes rolled about in his sockets. "How are you to say that?" He questioned me. "You have never even been to the house!"
"Neither have any of us, buttmunch." Gwen teased as she calculated the distance towards the nearest camping supply store from the art museum we were sitting adjacent to. "Now, if we take the yellow line..."
It took around two and a half hours, with a few seconds to spare, before we assembled back to our vehicle and made our way to the House in the Fog. The journey through the Augustal Virginia landscape as the sun set was all the more rewarding as the map led us down a road marked with broken-down barns, leaf-dusted dirt roads, and the odd sign alerting us to our location. It seemed as if vandals had warned us about the antique and notorious house of rot and fog, but it may have been the property owners as well. At long last, our party of three parked outside the rotten, centuries-ancient household.
As the driver of the 2006 Blue Toyota Sienna with Colorado plates, I escorted my fellow adventurers into the abhorrent abode. Already, though my skepticism and courage towards the unknown and the realm of the esoteric had a major stronghold, a lurking unspeakable fear loomed through me. Gwen and Rob were at my side as I trod forth into a new, yet ancient land of mystery. My hands quivered as I reached towards the cobweb-matted door of the half-millennia old manor and opened it. The contents of the home and what lay beyond were incomprehensibly frightening.
it was just an old house and some guy got mad at us saying "damn it ill clean up the cobwebs when i can now get off my property"
Credited to OfficerLollipop
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