“They only like to hunt in the mist. On foggy nights when it will be impossible to spot them. And there are so many foggy nights around here.
I don't know how I arrived, or even if there was a reason I came here. Could have just been a fluke. But there is something wrong with this place. And the tolling of the bell on off hours. And the lack of people, though there are some.
There is a group that meets. Like a support group. To gather resources and to reassure that we are real and not just stuck in a dream. Though it feels like a dream. That is the problem about fog. There is nothing natural feeling about it.
It interferes with your sight, and makes things seem more compressed than they are. All choked together. Which I imagine works to their advantage. People tend to just focus on what they can see, and when you limit that,, our attention gets stuck. Easy to sneak up on people like that.
Besides the monsters in the fog, the only thing that seems to be common for this place are the rats. There are swarms of them, though they seem to mostly appear when the testing of the siren happens every few weeks.