The fog was so thick you could hardly see your hand in front of your face so of course the gym teacher insisted it was warm enough for us to be outside. We were split into groups of three and one person was given a flashlight, told to follow the white lines of the running track and come back after five laps.
The girls I was with immediately planned to run to the far edge of the school field and hang out instead of running laps. It sounded good enough to me and it wasn't like we could even see the running track through all the fog anyway. So we made sure to go last and kept at a fair distance from everyone else, saw our gap and sprinted for the farthest edge, desperately trying not to laugh.
We must have been about halfway there when we almost ran into the first figure. They were so pale they blended in perfectly with the fog, their body warped and breaking apart at the edges like they were in the process of becoming the fog itself.
In the distance we heard the teacher's whistle calling us all back and the creature shot towards the sound.
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