Every week we will come to you with a new story that will astonish and awe you.
They might be terrifying, they might be tragic, but they all have one thing in common.
They take place in a city with people that you see and talk to every day, but sometimes
the fog sets in and you don't get to see everything that goes on in the dark.
Welcome to Tales of Corpus, Episode 3, The City of Abyss.
Alex loved skateboarding.
He loved the feeling of freedom and speed, the wind in his hair, the sound of his wheels
on the pavement.
He loved exploring the streets of Corpus Christi, the little city on the coast.
He loved the warm weather, the palm trees, the ocean breeze.
He loved everything about his hometown, except for one thing, the fog.
The fog was a mystery.
No one knew where he came from or why it only appeared at night.
He covered everything in sight, making it impossible to see more than a few feet ahead.
It muffled all sounds, creating a silence that was unnatural and eerie.
It made the town seem abandoned, as if everyone had vanished or gone into hiding.
Alex hated the fog.
He hated how it made him feel claustrophobic and anxious.
He hated how it ruined his skateboarding sessions.
He hated how it made him lose track of time and direction.
He hated how it hid the dangers that lurked within.
He had heard stories, stories of people who had gone out in the fog and never returned,
stories of strange creatures that roamed the streets, hunting for prey, stories of madness.
Stories and horror that befell those who dared to venture into the mist.
He knew they were just stories.
He knew they were meant to scare kids like him, to keep them indoors at night.
He knew there was nothing to fear, as long as he stayed away from the fog.
But one night, he made a mistake.
He stayed out too late and got caught in the fog.
He had been skateboarding with his friends, having fun, practicing on his board.
He had lost track of time.
He didn't notice the sunsetting.
He didn't notice the fog creeping in.
Until it was too late, he realized his mistake when he saw the street lights dim and flicker.
He looked around and saw the fog enveloping everything.
He felt it chill run down his spine in a knot form in his stomach.
He knew he had to get home fast.
He grabbed his skateboard and started a pedal.
He tried to remember the way back, but the fog made it hard.
He couldn't see any landmarks or signs or houses.
He couldn't hear any cars or people or animals.
He felt like he was in a maze with no exit.
He started a panic.
He started a sweat.
He started to breathe faster.
He felt like he was running out of air, out of energy, out of hope.
He kept seeing shadows in the fog, shadows that moved and shifted like they were alive,
shadows that followed him and watched him, waited for him, shadows that he couldn't escape
no matter how fast he went.
He started to hear noises in the fog, noises that he couldn't identify or explain, noises
that sounded like growls, hisses and screams, noises that came closer to him.
And louder and angrier noises that he couldn't ignore no matter how hard he tried.
He knew he was being chased.
He knew he was in danger.
He knew he had to get away or he would die.
He kept pedaling and pedaling and pedaling and kept hoping and praying and wishing.
He kept looking and searching and finding nothing.
He didn't know how long he had been in the fog.
It felt like hours, felt like days.
Could it been months?
He didn't know how far he had gone.
It felt like miles, kilometers, light years.
He didn't know how long he would last.
Minutes, seconds, milliseconds.
He was getting tired.
He was getting weak.
He was getting scared.
He was about to give up.
When he saw light, a light that pierced through the fog like a beacon of hope, a light that
came from a window of a house that he recognized, his house.
He felt a surge of relief and joy and gratitude.
He had made it.
He had survived.
He was home.
He sped up.
He headed towards the light.
He reached the front door and knocked.
He waited for his parents to open and hug him and scold him.
He waited for his nightmare to end and his life to resume.
He waited and waited and waited.
No one answered.
He knocked again louder.
He called out, Mom, Dad, it's me, Alex.
I'm sorry I'm late.
Please let me in.
No one replied.
He tried the door handle.
It was locked.
He felt a wave of dread and confusion and despair.
He didn't understand.
Where were his parents?
Why weren't they home?
Why didn't they answer?
He looked around and saw the fog closing in.
He saw the shadows moving closer.
He heard the noises getting louder.
He realized his mistake.
He had gone to the wrong house.
He screamed.
Thank you for listening to another episode of Tales of Corpus.
We will come to you next week as the fog rose back in the town.
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