• As I was sitting on my porch with my brothers outside my home a fog as thick as cotten, started to come toward the end of our street. I stared into the fog, witha questionable look on my face...a face appeared. Its voice had a mocking tone. I went toward it....my brothers just watch me go into the fog. The next thing I knew it was pitch black i wanted to go back....but I toched my skin, it wasn't skin it was bones.....then I knew I was dead.