Spirit Fogger

This is no ordinary fogger. Photo by author

I found it the attic one night. It was in a sealed metal box that was welded shut.

It had a bright orange biohazard warning on it. On the top was a another warning: “DO NOT OPEN THIS UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES — HIGHLY DANGEROUS.”

I thought wow, this is really something and ran downstairs to get my torch. It took about an hour to cut through the thick metal box. Inside was another metal box with a skull and crossbones on it so I cut that one open, too.

Immediately, a thick fog started coming out. I could also hear what sounded like screams and moaning. The fog had a musky, surfury odor and started filling the attic. It clung to me. I felt I was being enveloped by some strange evil energy. I could hear voices in my head telling me to do horrible things and I started feeling woozy.

I stood up, reached inside the metal box and pulled out a small machine with mysterious arcane symbols. I could feel the fog seeping into my lungs and burning into my blood and creating a sense of dread and panic.

I took it down to my living room and let it run while I watched a couple of movies on Netflix.

I must have dozed off. When I woke up the power was off, but I could see the fog which was glowing.

I also could see things swimming around in it. The dread and panic I felt earlier had increased and morphed into a kind of bizarre, demonic feeling. I felt wicked. I went into the darkened bathroom and could see yellow fire in my eyes in the mirror.

So I went to bed.

Strange, terrifying beings came to me in my sleep drawing me to them. They infused themselves in my soul. I could feel myself becoming one of them. I no longer felt human. I became part of something larger.

The next morning I got up and made an omelet. The beings had permeated my soul making me lose all sense of direction, space and time, so I made some coffee. Coffee always helps.

I floated into the living room and located the fogger which was still pumping out the thick fog reeking of sulfur. I reached down to pick it up and a deep voice inside my head screamed a warning.

I don’t remember exactly what it said. Something about get away, don’t touch it, run for your life. As I held it I could feel entities eating into my mind creating more bizarre and horrible thoughts.

I put it down and made my way to the kitchen for some more coffee. I also has a couple of mini chocolate doughnuts which really hit the spot.

I was starting to think that this fogger thing was a little weird. It had been a very strange night. One of those “dark night of the soul” nights.

I figured I’d get rid of it and took it outside. The fog drifted up into the trees, wilted all the leaves and blackened the sky.

It was garbage day so I put it on the curb for the guys to pick up. They came along and threw it in the truck. (They’ll take anything around here.)

I watched as the truck drove down the street with the fog flowing out, wilting trees, taking the paint off of parked cars and melting the pavement. The truck was on fire.

I could still feel the demons in my soul and could hear the voices in my head. I went back inside and found the power was back on so I turned on some fans to clear out the rest of the fog entities and watched some Good Morning America.

I wonder what that thing was.

There is another sealed metal box just like it in the attic. I plan to check that one out too, to see what’s inside