Your True Tales
February 2004 – Page 18

The Hazy Mist
by Venus P.

Not long ago, my four-year-old son and I were lying on the sofa in my home. He had fallen asleep while I was still awake watching television. It was rather late; around 11 p.m., to be more exact. The only light in the house was radiating from the TV screen. My boyfriend was sleeping in our bedroom, which is at the end of the hallway directly adjacent from the sofa I was lying on.

Moments after the intro to the movie I had began watching, I noticed movement at the end of the hallway. At first I thought for sure it was my boyfriend standing in the doorway wearing a white T-shirt. The fuzzy image began to move closer. As it reached about midway down the hall, I squinted my eyes and rubbed them, trying to focus better. It didn't work. The hazy mist still looked exactly the way it did the first time I glanced. It was then that I realized it was not my boyfriend.

At this point I had become so scared that I was paralyzed. I could not scream, nor could I move. The blurry entity began to move closer and closer, still very slowly. I pretended I was watching TV, but kept my eyes focused on the hallway. Once it reached the end of the hallway, it didn't stop. It came as close as my feet... and disappeared, as if it were never there.

At that very moment, the paralysis and shock was replaced by true fear. I jumped up from the sofa and turned on the living room lights then ran through the hall to wake my boyfriend to tell him what I had just seen. He jumped from the bed as I pounced on it. I immediately turned on the light. He asked me what was wrong and said that I was as white as a ghost. I could hardly speak, but eventually I gathered myself just enough to tell him. In between sobs, we heard some knocking around, which sounded as if it was coming from the kitchen. He went to inspect it with me only steps behind. As we approached the entrance of the kitchen, we heard our cats hissing; they sounded like they were fighting each other. He peeked around the corner and saw them hissing and growling at the wall. It was quite strange. Since then, the cats have done this often. Always at the same wall. I have seen this hazy mist a few times since then, and each time it's as if a cold chill passes through the house just before I see it. It's not always at night either. I've seen this at all times of the day. What's even worse is this is not the first time I have seen "things" like this, but it's the only time I've been in fear of one.

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