The Fog

Ernest Roberson Sr.


A school bus half filled with children traveled on a county maintained road, out of the city limits of Drysdale, Arizona. Along the way on the road, with seven children remaining on the bus, the bus driver Mr. Ralph Little drove through a strange patch of demonic fog. Unusual for the time of year, the fog changed the children. Their eyes turned milky white and their fingernails were black. The seven children had gotten off the bus, unharming Mr.Little, but the parents weren’t as lucky as the children headed for one of the girls’ dad’s barn. Here they killed, and they too were killed. Only one adult lived, as the children lay dead within the barn, so they thought. As Micheal sat on his knees with the sun scorching down on him.

“ You must choose your own road that you’ll most often travel.”
 Ernest Roberson Sr.


Micheal Dixon was at work driving a cut down machine, for Gilder Timber. He was 6’2”, weighing 200 pounds, with brown eyes and hair. Every since he started working for Gilder Timber, his wife Janet quit working at Oxford, a shirt factory. Janet was 5’6”, 120 pounds, with sandy blond hair, and green eyes. She was now a homemaker. The two had one son Roger, which went to Pulaski County Middle School. Where he was an Honor Roll Student. And after Roger’s schooling he wanted to serve his country as his dad Micheal had. Micheal knew Roger would Honor his country by joining the Army. Though Roger was young still, Micheal knew that because he honored them well, respected life, authority, and new challenges. Micheal was 41, a retired Army Ranger. He went in at 18 when he graduated from Pulaski High in 1986. He’s worked for Gilder Timber 3 years and hasn’t missed a day; not even for sickness, Micheal looked at his wrist watch to see that it was 3:20 and thought about his boy, Roger, which was on the bus headed home. But little did Michael know that the bus would go through a unexplained, demonic fog that came from the water underneath the bridge that the bus would soon cross.

 A school bus half filled with children traveled on a county maintained road, out of the city limits of Drydale, Arizona. The children ranged in age from 11 to 14 years old. The bus driver, Ralph Little, had driven this route for 19 years. He never saw nor heard of anything weird happening, but soon enough that would change. Mr. Little let the kids do and get by with a lot. He liked the kids, and they liked him. He looked up in his mirror on a sunny, warm day and thought; 
 “Seven more children, then we have Spring Break for two weeks this year.” 
As he came around a curve to a bridge, he noticed fog. He lost his grin and began to look like someone having trouble with a math problem. In the background the children continued to talk, and laugh with one another, as Mr. Little drove through the demonic fog.


He let Roger, Will, and Peter Dixon off. Will was the B-team’s star quarter back, and he’d broken all the school’s records for that position. Will had even started 3 games for the varsity team, winning all 3, while putting up records, has he did for the B-team. Will’s go to guy was none other than his cousin Peter. Peter like Will played B-team football, as a wide receiver. He also played in the 3 games which Will was the starting quarterback. Many of the people talked about how if Will and Peter remained healthy and injury free that they’d be, the next Joe Montana, and Jerry Rice combination. They were cousins and they all usually got off at Roger’s house. They didn’t even tell Mr. Little anything. During his years as a bus driver they usually said “bye” and “have a good vacation,” but not today. So the bus began to move. The four others, all girls, moved closer to Mr. Little and sat down. He noticed through his mirror, the girls eyes were milky white, their fingernails black.


He spoke up, “You girls wearing contacts, and black fingernail paint?” 
As he ran off the road, and regained control of the bus, they still hadn’t answered. It was time to let Cindy and her sister Melondy Bush off the bus. Cindy was a undefeated single match tennis player, she was 23 and 0. Her average match lasted about 48 minutes. Cindy’s sister Melondy was a stand out softball pitcher. She’d broken every record as a pitcher including E.R.A., innings pitched, saves, and wins with 53, and only 2 losses. They to said nothing as they got off the bus.
 He began to drive. 
Ann and Amy Bacham were B-team captains of cheerleading. But also they stood out in basketball too. Ann was the assist, rebound leader, and Amy the scoring leader of all time. The two like Will, and Peter had their own record books. Records that would stand for years to come. Their father was the Deputy of Pulaski County Sheriff’s Department. 
 Silence, that’s all there was on the bus until Ann and Amy got off. As Ralph drove the bus to his house.


He thought to himself, 
 “Never can I remember the children and I not talking.” 
 “The patch of fog was odd, but they never talked to one another after going through that fog. Did it have something to do with black fingernails and their milky eyes? Did the fog make them like zombies?” Mr. Little wondered.


Rogers mother was cooking, when the three boys walked in. 
 “Hi, boys.”
 No response. 
 “Bad day? It’s Spring Break don’t tell me it’s going to be like this?” 
Janet, Roger’s mother, walked into his room. 
The door shut by a push of Peter’s hand. 
 “You boys alright?” 
As then she saw what Ralph had seen. Roger walked to his mother never saying a word and hugged her. As his fingernails planted into her back, he held her until her body was limp, then let her fall to the floor, dead. Rogers dad would be home soon. The boys left the body there, not moving it. The boys had left, and walked to Cindy’s house.


Cindy’s grandma played the piano. Cindy slowly walked up behind her as she played. Her grandma stopped and turned to see Cindy. 
 “Hello, I didn’t even hear you.” 
Cindy reached down and hugged her grandma. She shook and began to smoke. Nothing of her body was left but the skeleton. Cindy turned her grandma back towards the piano, then the body fell over on the keys making an awful, loud noise. Just then the three boys joined Cindy and her sister. The five walked out of the house to her father’s barn. There they would stay. Meanwhile, Amy hugged her mother and Ann hugged their dad, killing them, as Roger killed his mom and Cindy had her grandma. Then they, too, had left for Cindy’s father’s barn where they’d be together.

 Roger’s dad Micheal had come through the opened door, seeing the pots of food over boiling and the smell of scorched and burnt food. 
 “Janet! Roger!” he called out,
 No answer from either. He turned off all the burners on the stove and walked back to Roger’s room. “Janet!”

He knelt by her side, rolled her onto her back, and saw she was dead. He got back into his Dodge Ram and drove to the Bush’s residence. At the same time Edward and Jill Bush came into the drive. They got out and before they said a word, 
 Micheal asked if they had seen Roger? 
 “No. we’re coming in from work. My wife’s dead and Roger is missing. Come inside, we’ll ask Cindy or Melondy,” replied Jill. 
So, the three walked inside as the seven children watched from the barn. 
 “Mother?” Jill said.
As her mother sat at the piano. Jill walked to the piano, grabbed her mother’s shoulder, and pulled back on her. As she did her mother’s legs got caught on the piano, breaking her mother’s spine in to, as her upper body fell to the floor. Jill screamed and ran to Edward, weeping. 
 Edward yelled out.“ Cindy!, Melondy!”
 But there was no answer. 
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 Peter’s and Will’s mother’s had come to pick them up at Roger’s. They noticed the door opened and welcomed themselves in. When they entered they smelled the burnt, scorched food that lingered in the house.
 “Quiet isn’t it?” Amy Dixon, Peter’s mother said.
 “Sure is.” Nancy Dixon, Will’s mother replied
 “Will, Peter, Roger, you boys here?” Nancy yelled.
Nothing. They walked towards Roger’s room. There lay Janet dead on the floor. The two ladies ran out of the house, concerned about Janet’s death, and the boys. They took no chances, and rode to the Pulaski County Sherriff’s office. They told Charles Smith what they saw, and that three boys were missing.

 “I’ll call David, the deputy out there.” 
The phone rang and rang for three minutes. 
 “That’s odd.” replied Charles.
 “What?” Nancy said.
 “David calls me before he leaves from home to go anywhere.” 
 “What about his kids?” Nancy and Amy asked.
 “Don’t know. They should’ve answered. Let me ride out there, and have a look. You both go home, and if I hear, or if I don’t, I’ll call you both.” 
 “Thank you.” replied Amy .
 “It’s my job.” Charles said
So they all left. Charles Smith, the sheriff, rode to the Dixon’s home. 
He got out and searched the house. 
 “Just as the ladies said,” he thought.

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 He never found the boys, so he went to his car and dispatched backup and an ambulance to the Dixon’s home. He’d pulled into the Bush’s drive. Micheal, Edward, and Jill stood outside talking. 
 “Hello.” Charles said. 
 “Hello.” The three responded. 
 “Cindy and Melondy here?” 
 “No sir, they’re not. My boy’s gone, too.” 
 “I know. Peter’s and Will’s mothers went by your home, and found nothing but your wife.” 
 “Where are they ?” Jill asked.
 “I told them to go home and I’d call them as soon as I find something out.” Charles replied.
 “My mother’s dead, too,” Jill told Charles.
 “Let me call in and tell them to bring an ambulance out here. This is weird.” Charles said.
The seven children watched from the barn. 
 “Has anyone called Ralph?” Charles asked.
 “No.” Jill replied.
 “Call him.” Edward insisted.
Jill called. 
 “I have to go and check on David, my deputy. No one’s answering the phone there. I’ll be back.” Charles said as he was getting into his car.


Jill came out of the house. 
 “What did he say?” Edward asked.
 “He told me they went through a patch of fog and the children have black fingernails, milky eyes, and won’t talk.” 
 “What?” Micheal asked.
 “That’s all I know.” Jill responded.
 “Why doesn’t he have it?” Edward asked.
 “Adult maybe?” Jill quickly answered.
 “So you’re saying evilness?” Micheal asked.
 “ Yes.” Jill responded.
 “My wife’s dead, so is Jill’s mother, possibly David, and his wife, but the kids. 
 “Where are they ?” Micheal asked
 “They’re our kids, but they have to be……,” “shut up Edward.” Jill harshly said.
 “Jill, it’s the truth.” Edward said.
 Jill walked inside as Charles pulled up. Jill looked at her mother and cried, knowing Edward and Micheal were right. Charles got out of the car with a shot gun, and pumped it. 
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 “They’re here. David and his wife’s dead, too. They won’t quit until the parents are dead, then they’ll kill everyone else. I talked with Ralph; he told me of the fog, fingernails, and their eyes. You have any guns?” 
 “Yes sir.” Edward responded.
 “Get them.” insisted Charles.
 Edward went inside, hugged his wife, and went and gathered three handguns, and two rifles. Then walked by Jill, and Jill and he met eye to eye. 
 She said, “I know it’s got to be done.” 
They both walked out of the house.

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 “We get a partner, Jill and Ed, and Charles and I. Whatever you do, don’t let them touch you.” Micheal said.
They searched the house first, after they found nothing, they moved to the barn. Inside now, Will walked out. Charles shot his head off, and his body fell like a rock. 
 “Don’t be afraid to shoot.” Charles said.
 They split up into groups of two. Jill saw Roger, aimed the .357 to his head, as Peter stood behind her, Ed in front of her looking forward. Peter touched Jill, then she fell. 
 “Jill! Oh, no!” Edward said shooting Peter in the chest; he fell. Edward went over to Jill, laying his gun down. Roger came up behind him, touching him, killing him as Edward was dead on top of Jill. Meanwhile, a shot rang out. Melondy had been killed. “Forget heart,” Charles told Micheal. 
Micheal climbed a ladder going up to the top of the barn while Charles stayed on the lower part. Micheal fires. 
 “Dang it!” Micheal yelled.


He shot Cindy in the leg, and fired again into the chest knocking her over the railing where Charles stood. Amy faced Charles now, but Ann was coming up behind him. Click, he tried for his pistol, but never removed it from his holster, before Ann and Amy touched him, killing him. Micheal shot two times killing both Amy and Ann. Micheal stood and heard nothing. He called out Jill’s and Edward’s names, but not an answer. He threw down his gun and figured it was over. Micheal climbed down the stairs to the lower level. He walked around seeing all the bodies, but he never saw Roger’s.


As Micheal began to walk out the door over Will’s body, he heard a stick snap. Micheal turned quickly and saw Roger reaching for him for help like he did when he was little. Micheal began to shed tears, but he knew he couldn’t hold his son again. Micheal pulled a .44 out his pants, cocked it back, and remembered what Charles had said. 
 “Don’t be afraid to shoot, you can’t have heart now.” 
Micheal aimed the gun at Roger’s head as he held his arms out, but Micheal shot into Roger’s head leaving a big hole, then he met his son’s eyes once more as Roger fell. 
 “It’s over now.” Micheal thought to himself. 
Micheal dropped his gun and walked out the barn never looking back. Outside he fell to his knees and cried. He thought of his wife, child, and the others. How would I tell them what happened to their children? Micheal thought of Roger being a Honor Roll student. And how he lead not followed others. He knew that Roger, no matter what the fog had done to him, turned him into, Micheal knew that Roger, and the other children had short lived, remarkable lives. But Roger died with dignity, respect, and honor which he never received from the Army, but from his father. As the sun scorched down on him.