Day 626

He noticed the fog as soon as he set foot outside his front door. It was so thick he could taste it in the air, that dampness that seemed to seep into every breath and make him cough wetly. All the house lights looked like they were floating in a sea of cotton, if it wasn't night time the whole scene might look pretty, romantic even. The scent of peppermint lingered in the air which he put down to his toothpaste, used mere minutes beforehand.

He almost didn't find his car in the street, it took several clicks of his key fob to find the flashing headlights among the dense mist that was quickly leeching his warmth. With his seatbelt firmly buckled, heater on full blast and windows crisply clear, he drove off to his awaiting night shift and the drab security patrol he did each night. He usually dreaded work but something about the minty scent that had followed him into the car made everything seem better somehow,more bearable.

And so he drove slowly downhill, barely able to see the road thanks to the fog that rendered the streetlights all but useless with its intensity. At first he thought the road was narrowing- the lights seemed to be gradually moving inwards.

Roadworks was his first assumption, despite nothing being in the local newspaper about them. Dismissing this he wondered if he was just imagining things but pulling the car to a gradual stop by the roundabout at the end of the hill, he saw what he had presumed to be streetlights slowly drifting towards him.

Grabbing his emergency flashlight from the glove compartment he shone it towards the closest light that was nearing the top left of his car and moving down to greet him. Something glinted behind it and the scent of peppermint grew stronger, chipping away at his fear and replacing it with a sleepy ease and pure contentment.

He'd never felt so at peace before and was quite enjoying it even as his flashlight reflected off of what appeared to be gigantic teeth. The fog began to clear around him and he found himself surrounded by gaping mouths packed with countless serrated teeth, all facing him and almost resembling deep sea anglerfish. The main difference (aside from the sheer size of them) was the colour, or lack of. They were mainly transparent, the remnants of their last meal (a cyclist judging by the neon clothing) sitting neatly, peacefully inside a stomach the size of a van.

He wasn't scared,if anything he felt this was the best thing to happen to him all week.

Taking a deep breath of the mint-scented air he switched the car off and opened his door to them.