Enter The Fog

I wrote this true tale from Spooky West Virginia back around 1998 or so...

Your wife and you live in Maryland, but you have a vacation cabin in West
Virginia.  It's a beautiful late October day, the leaves are changing
colors, and you've made plans to leave the hustle and bustle of the real
world, for an early afternoon drive to the cabin.  However, your trip is
delayed, as there's been a major accident on I-270, just outside of
Gaithersburg, MD; where you live.

Enter the fog.

 You begin to question the wisdom of travelling so late
at night, as you turn onto Rt. 901 in West Virginia.  Parts of the road,
are so fog-bound, your speed is reduced to less than five miles an hour.
Suddenly, as you approach the ruins of Spring Mill Plantation,
a bone-chilling cold pervades your vehicle.  You push the heat up
all the way, as your breaths condense on the glass, leaving you blind
to the outside.  Your busy rubbing away at the windshield, trying to
get a clear view, when you notice the fog starting to encircle the
car.

Your fully enveloped in a thick, greenish haze, as your wife cries out
in panic... and then the engine stops.  You wait in the sequestered
darkness.

Less than two feet from the car, a ghostly silhouette appears, steadily
solidifying.  You begin to make out the shape of a uniformed man.
His hair is long.  He has a beard.  He possesses a sword, but his hands,
his blood-covered hands, are at his back, until...
He sees you in the vehicle, moves forward, and his ruby-sheathed hands,
rest on your car's hood.  He looks at you through the glass, and
silently utters a plea.  You see the need for help in his eyes, and then
he falls to the ground.

You rush out of the car to help him, as your wife looks on in horror, at
the bloody hand prints on the hood of the vehicle.  You see him, crumpled
on the ground.  You reach down to help him, and just as your about to
make contact...

He vanishes before your very eyes.  You stand there in disbelief, even
more so, when the car suddenly starts up, and the fog clears.  You speed
away from the scene, like a bat out of hell, not stopping for miles.

Finally you calm down, slow down, and park by a street light.

You remember the bloody hand prints on the hood.  You look, and
they're gone.

A true story?  It is, according to Susan Crites in her book: Lively
Ghosts.  Many people, while travelling late at night, on Rt. 901
in West Virginia, have had similar experiences.  They all seem to
occur, during dark and foggy nights, by the Spring Mill Plantation,
near Hedgesville.


Image Credit:
 https://www.deviantart.com/martith/art/Foggy-morning-custom-box-background-655139535