For anyone curious, the video in the background is called Barefoot Gen. it’s a movie made by a man’s experience in Hiroshima when the bombs dropped. It’s really sad. And scary.
0:01 me and my friend finding diamonds in Minecraft survival for the first time 0:36 we see some black smoke outside on a tree with a cave sound. It actually happened but I left cuz nah nah I'm not dealing with some creepypasta Also ur comment is funny
Edit: we all know it’s fake For those wondering, the flashing text at 0:53 says: “The fog is coming June 25th 2026 8:52:24 PM (UTC-6) If you hear knocking, screaming, cries for help or childern crying DO NOT ANSWER. Prepare. This is your only warning”
Someone needs to turn this into a VHS and take the tape inside a store so that when someone looks and buys the VHS, they would be so surprised Edit: nvm who’s buying vhs’s anymore bro
Day 462. I saw a foglurker outside yesterday. They must have really good vision being able to see through all that fog. The thing I'm focused on today is getting food. I've been living off canned food for a while and I've almost ran out of things to eat. Water is fine considering I have my sink. I saw a survivor transform into a foglurker as well. I wanted to scream, but I didn't want to attract attention. I stood at my window with tears running down my face as I watched the man scream in agony. I don't know how long I will survive. I killed a foglurker yesterday, but it's back split open and a few Controllers bursted out, which I killed with a stomp, stab, and a headbut. Some weird fleshy growths have been appearing recently. I've seen some grow into some bizarre organisms. I don't have enough info so I'll report back to diary tomorrow. Day 463. I've been observing those growths for a while. They seem to be a sort of god to the foglurkers. Foglurkers often sacrifice themselves to those growths, the foglurkers will walk over to those growth organisms and crouch down. The growth will then kill the foglurker, and allow the controllers in it to find a fresh host. The growth will absorb the lurker into its body, giving it more mass. I've encountered only a few of the monsters so far, but here are there names. Foglurkers, The Growth, Controllers, the consumers, the crawlers, and the eggs, and The Brainrot. Goodbye Diary. Day 475 All those name-drops must be confusing. I lost all previous entries of my diary explaining what every creature was, hence the timeskip in the days. I found a survivor yesterday and brought him in. He's been acting... Strange. He keeps talking about constant headaches and while walking I noticed the back of his head looked odd. I highly suspect he's a host of one of the brainrots, any further suspicious activity and I might need to take him out.. Day 477 My theory was correct. While I was looking for supplies the man dashes at me screaming. I hit him over the head with my trusty bat and a Brainrot split his head open and crawled away. Day 478 The fog seems less.. foggy I guess you could say. Maybe the fog is going away..? Today was the same ol thing. Stay inside and kill any consumers that get in. Day 500. The fog weakened. Some of the monsters have died out. Will this really be a happy ending? Day 534 I can see the end of my street at this point! This will truly be my happy ending! I can't believe it! Day 575 The fog is gone. There's a ton of dead monsters outside. I'm so overjoyed! Now I can go out and look for survivors! Day 602 I've been searching for too long. I can't find any survivors. Maybe I should end it all with a mercy kill.. Day 640 I found a survivor! I'm so happy! This is the best day of my life! He's pulling out a gun, hopefully he wants to protect me someh
Day 789 I looked outside the window, could be? I saw a foglurker outside walking around. Could the fog be coming again? Only one way to find out. Time will tell.
The fog is coming June 25th 2026 8:52:24 PM(UTC-6) stay indoors for as long as possible if you hear knocking screaming cries for help or children crying DO NOT ANSWER prepare this is your only warning
This is a message from January 16, 2027, 4:51 PM. The fog finally left. My family died, and I barely made it out alive myself. The fog took away so much from me. From everyone. Joel the Spinning Fish sadly passed away a few days ago due to the fog. He will be missed (actually, casualties of the fog are known as being "mist" instead of missed now). Let me explain the events of that fateful day when it all started. I remember it all so vividly. On June 25th last year, at 8:51:49 PM, I was out for a walk with my friend, and noticed many animals such as birds, squirrels, and stray cats, running in the opposite direction. We were confused, then suddenly at 8:52:24 PM my friend screamed and pointed forward. I looked where she was pointing and saw it. The fog. We started running as we were fully aware of the fog we had been warned about all those years ago. She decided it would be best to stay in my house since it was further from the fog. When we got there, my family were nowhere to be seen. I got a call from my dad, saying that he, my mother, and my sister, were stuck in the fog and it was only a matter of time before they would die. After two minutes of goodbyes, they screamed and suddenly went silent. The silence went on for 40 seconds before I assumed the worst. The fog was all over the news. The government said they were sending 6 months' supply of food and drink to everyone, free of charge. Many people were pronounced dead. Some people, such as the beloved Spinning Fish Joel, and Maxwell the cat, went to war with the fog. Christmas that year, many had started trying to appease the fog by giving gifts to it, but it was no use. For New Years, lots of people started going insane and embracing the fog, only to be wiped out. Me and my friend only had a little bit of food left since we were rationing as much as possible. We came to the conclusion that we had to find more, and find any survivors of the fog. Since we hadn't been able to go outside, or even look outside for fear that a foglurker could be waiting for us. We took weapons to protect us and ventured out. What we saw was a bloodbath. There was a store near us so we went there. We killed about 4 foglurkers and found the store, which by now was abandoned. The food there was still in date so we took some. Enough to at least last us a few weeks. On the way back we found Henry Bartholomew Dinglenut turning into a foglurker. We ran because we were worried that killing him would kill his human self within. When we made it back home, we didn't leave again. On the 13th of January, Joel the Spinning Fish was pronounced dead. This caused the people to avenge him and fight back against the fog. Lots of them didn't make it. The fog was eventually defeated and left, and we are now rebuilding our society. Hope the next town it attacks survives too
Good ending: It was all a dream. You feel safe and calm as nothing happend you looked outside you saw beautiful clouds, children playing and laughing and the air smells nice. . . . . . . . . Its all fake. The fog has already arrived.
in case there are kids that dont understand this meme: its just a meme based off the plot of a movie where theres a fog that kills you if you touch it where inside it there is some big monster thing
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funny enough, the fog did hit the northeastern United States on approx June 5th thanks to some crazy wildfires in Canada. pictures of NYC are hauntingly similar to the final frame of this video. you couldn’t see past a couple meters in front of you and everything was fiery orange…
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Their brains are experiencing a complete shock due to the drastic environmental change around them. As a result they aren't properly processing any new information. So instead, they will continue acting as if everything is normal until their brains or limbs deteriorate and eventually falter from fatigue
I love how modern horror is just a derivation of the classic creepypasta, i could see myself reading this story about some dude watching this same scene on some forum
It has been nearly 6 months since the fog arrived. When it first came, we thought it was simply a local meteorological event. People traveled to work, went to school, shopped, and the day went on as normal. Then reports came from all across the world that the fog was everywhere. A National Emergency was declared ordering anyone and everyone to remain indoors, however some didn’t listen. On that day, hundreds of thousands of people vanished without a trace. The next day, it began raining. This wasn’t normal rain, though. Blood was pouring down on us like a monsoon was passing over, and it lasted for the whole day. On the third day, animals were seen in the streets acting strange, many of which became increasingly violent and aggressive as if something had taken possession over their minds and was making them ram full speed into various objects. Soon after, all the animals were laying dead in the streets, and had already begun to rot. On the fourth day, plants and crops began withering away inexplicably. Mold and fungi rapidly began spreading across the land as nature died, and soon there would be nothing but decay. On the fifth day, it was discovered that the water supply had been contaminated by the blood rain from days prior, and those who drank it had become mad and aggressive similar to the animals outside. There was a lot of screaming on that day. I heard the screams of adults who had turned, of terrified kids, of monsters. It is a day I wish to forget. On the sixth day, there was a different plague, one which spread through the air and made those infected with it itch and scratch themselves until there was no skin or flesh left. On the final day, the earth grew quiet. The outside world we had been isolated from had become utterly silent. There were no sounds to be heard, as there was no wind, no animals, no people to make any noise. There was nothing. Nothing but the people who remained in a broken and desolate world. The fog has not left, nor do i think it will any time soon. There is nothing left for us, not even hope. Our morale as a species has been utterly crushed. Some say things will soon return to normal, however I think there is no normal to go back to. We are doomed, and there is no point in delaying the inevitable. If you are reading this and have come this far, may God have mercy on our souls.
25/07/26 the fog, this is a message for those watching this before the accident, the fog walkers are a creature that disguises it's self as a small child,it will knock on your door,if it's 3 times it's military coming to help evacuate,any more or less it's a fog walker,if you encounter one of these entities you must run, the fog was made by [redacted for readers safety] working on a whether control unit, it failed, mix that with nuclear warfare and then we got ThE rEd MiSt... Edit: I will more than likely be ripped to pieces within the next couple days, the bunker has been surrounded by walkers. worst part is, They have a strange ability to keep victims alive and torture them as long as they like, I'm the last of mankind and have no supplies.I have 3 choices right now, End it quick and easy,starve slowly...or let these things get me. I'm giving you the last of my nolage.The only weakness they have is lights over 100,000,000 lumens. They are impossible to reason with,love to torture pray and are incredibly fast. The nearest base is around 100KM away,I heard they might've made it if they had a few hundred more members. And I can't stress this enough. No matter what,if you ever find a computer, DO NOT TURN IT ON! If you ever meet ANYONE with physically impossible features, don't look them in the eyes. The "mother" has revealed her self.she if 150 Feet tall and is pale,skinny,extremely intelligent and aggressive.Im scared hungry and have 1 in the chamber. Please try to save humanity and stop the scientists. North Germany, the forest,find the bunker and stop 'em.
The fog is coming. It has been thirteenth days since the outbreak. I have watched my family be slaughtered. The only person I have left is my wife, who has gone insane since the tenth day of quarantine. I try to stay sane for her, and I can’t even understand her. All she says to me is, the fog is coming, and rocks back and forth. It started with a s.o.s message, telling us to lock all doors and to remain silent and calm. To cover our windows. My daughter was 10. My son 13. He was at a party. Me and my wife were worried sick about him. My daughter wanted to go outside. She was begging me, and telling me how bad of a person I was. I didn’t think a ten year old would say that. My wife gave up and let her out. She slammed the door before anything happened and collapsed. It was the second day of quarantine. I watched monsters roam the streets, and tried to comfort my wife.
Day 1 (7:39 A.M): the news had broken out to all over the town, the fog had just reached out town and other towns too. People and the police are [REDACTED] all over the neighborhood . All my family were handing out food, water, everything we needed. It was the downfall of the earth I had pondered to myself and how can this be the end of my life in my very eyes? It’s a living nightmare I can easily tell.
Their brains are experiencing a complete shock due to the drastic environmental change around them. As a result they aren't properly processing any new information. So instead of adjusting to their new conditions, they will continue acting as if everything is normal until their brains or limbs deteriorate and eventually falter from fatigue.
Day 5 (7:39 P.M) Today was wonky and yet very frustrating, met some survivors that were hostile and tried to take away my weapon, the fog’s actions were extended to where people are turning into [REDACTED]. Lots of knocks were on the door after scavenging the town for the new currency [REDACTED], my family is still alive and tired after scavenging for supplies. Day 5 concluded.
@@jackdoesplayyt1718 With that being said the fog is much more ominous than fleshy creatures but this is more survivable we just have Ohh it seems the fog is coming I’ll report back in once’s this is over
Break, break; this is the United States National Guard. There are safe zones in your area, as per the National Pandemic act and U.N. Redeker Initiative, hold until the area is clear. You will earn an extraction to safety. Do your part, we are on our way; out
Preparations for the fog. In the unfortunate event that you or your family is located in the direct path of the anomaly known as "the fog" it is recommended to follow the steps bellow in order to increase your likelihood of surviving the fog. 1. A safe location: in the event that you are located in the direct path of the fog it is recommended to seek out any safe location where you can bunker down until the end of the event, these locations that will be optimal to hide in are any places where entrances and ventilation units can easily be blockaded, this can be areas such as the centre's of brick and concrete buildings or in underground bunkers. 2. Extra safety measures: it is recommended to turn of all lights which can be seen from the outside of a building, alternatively you can also cover up your windows, the easiest way to do this is to apply a thick coat of any paint available directly onto the glass panels of your windows, However it is recommended as well to reinforce the windows with materials such as sheets of metal or plywood. It is discouraged to use anything that can broadcast anything, this includes Radios, Cellphones, Computers and Televisions. 3. Dangers of the fog: the main dangers that are posed by the fog is caused due to exposure to the fog, this exposure is caused by breathing in foggy air or by observing the fog for too long. The list of symptoms caused by exposure to the fog are as follows: Nausea, Tiredness, the inability to remember names and facial features of close family and friends, distortion of newly formed memories, audiovisual hallucinations, erratic behaviour, Body pain, paranoia, paralysis and if the exposure is great enough even death. The severity and lasting impact of these symptoms depends on for how long one has been exposed to the fog. 4. How to mitigate the effects of the fog: one way to mitigate the effects of the fog is by having someone be seated in front of you while maintaining eye contact with you, it is recommended to regularly tell this person your name, age and general facial features, it is recommended that the person you are seated with does the same. If you at any point don't recognise their name or if their facial features doesn't add up you need to tell the accompanying person, this will work as a early warning system in case you are unknowingly being exposed to the fog. It is also recommended to ignore any sounds that doesn't originate from your accompanying person or from yourself. You will know that the fog has passed when you start to recognise the name of your accompanying person, at that time it is usually safe to come out again. 5. Audiovisual hallucinations: Due to the fact that the fog can cause audiovisual hallucinations it might be hard to determine what is and what isn't real. Commonly these hallucinations will sound like a person asking for help, footsteps or the sound of something breaking. One way to determine if a sound is real is by asking a accompanying person if the heard the same thing as a false sound will only be heard by one person, if you however are alone it is instead recommended that you state "my name is (insert false name)" it is then recommended that you ask if anyone can state your name, if you then hear your real name it is recommended to ignore the sound completely, if you however hear the false name it is safe to assume that the sound came from a real person, this is due to the fact that the fog will always respond with your correct name even if you haven't stated your real name.
Message from the Future: 6/25/26 It was somewhere around 4:00am when I heard a strange gas noise coming from outside. And that’s when I realized, THE FOG REALLY WAS COMING. As I prepared, I heard screaming noises coming from the balcony. And when I saw where the noise came from, it wasn’t a regular human crying for help. It was a foglurker coming from the infection. But anyways, that was all the major events that happened today. I hope I’ll be able to stop the fog before 2028.
There are moments like this in my dreams where my dream cuts out to either a dream that predicts the future or rarely a nightmare. But after this it cuts out to the dream.
The woman let out horrific, violent screams as she slammed her face against the splinter filled wooden bench. I remember thinking she was literally trying to tear her face off. I’ve never seen anything like it. It was like she wasn't even feeling anything, but her agonizing high pitched screams of pain were saying otherwise. The bench tore into her flesh as she repeatedly lunged her skull into the brown, wooden abyss. Her pain filled cry’s flooded the windy night sky. The bench, now soaked in a nauseating red puddle, began to crack slowly in half. I’ll never forget that sound. The horrible shrieks that women let out, screaming in agony as she launched the full force of her skull at that wood. The sound of wood cracking combined with the vigorous, inhuman howls of agony is something no one should ever hear. I still get sick thinking about it. I remember wanting so badly to run away and puke, but at the same time I wanted to help this poor woman. But I didn't. I just stood there, looking out the small window of my apartment, watching this creature beat herself to death. I remember exactly what came first. It was one of her eyes. I remember the scene perfectly. It fell onto the pavement sidewalk below the bench soaked in a red slimy substance. I couldn't tell what it was at first. But as I looked closely, the blue glow around the pupil became prevalent. A chunk of the nose came next. It wasn't until weeks later, when I was replaying the event in my head yet again, that I realized it was her nose. Now, this next part is very hard to write down, as this is probably one of the most traumatic and disgusting things I have ever seen in my entire life. It was what came next that made me wish I was never born. I don't remember everything about this last part, due to the fact that I passed out before I could seriously process what I was looking at, but I do remember one specific picture. This one single image will never stop showing up in my nightmares. This one short snippet in time will haunt me for as long as I live. I just remember, through the loud ringing flooding my ears, through the tears blurring my vision, seeing the women look up. She stopped her tormented crying. She stopped hammering her face into the blood soaked wood. She just sat there on her knees, looking straight at me. I think. It was hard to tell. I don’t think she was really “looking” at all. I don't even know how she knew I was there, or if she even knew I was there. The face was inhuman. Completely red, with not one piece of her white skin showing. There was white, though. But I don't think it was skin. The hollow eye socket where her eye once lay gushed out a chunky, dark red wine kind of liquid as she stared at me. Her left eye, dangling by a thread from her skull. Her nonexistent nose, replaced for a white stub of gruesome cartilage. But what I found most bizarre at the time was the fact that every hair on her head was gone. I remembered she had beautiful blonde hair, but it was no longer there. Looking back, I realized it was due to what was on her forehead. The large crack above her eye sockets, constantly spewing out a river of blood, must've soaked her blonde hair and glued it tight to her skull, making it seem like she lost all her hair. I saw something that looked almost… squishy, in the crack of her forehead. I thought it must've been part of the bench. But I later realized, that it was her brain. Her brain. Her brain. The most horribly bloodcurdling and disgusting thing I have ever seen. The last thing I remember was that squishy, chunky red blob, falling out of her skull. Then, everything went black. It’s been 11 years since that horrifying day, and as you can see, I am still able to describe it perfectly. It happened on June 25th of 2012. It's now March 20th of 2023. Three thousand nine hundred twenty days ago. 3,920 days ago. And I can still describe it perfectly. But what I can't describe, and what me and dozens of psychologists are still confused by to this day, is the fact that no one else saw it happen. No one even heard it happen. I was the only witness. We know it wasn't a dream, because police literally found the body the next morning right by the split, blood soaked bench. But how did no one else seriously not see or hear that. It’s extremely hard to believe. My apartment is right next to Central Park, New York City. There are thousands of people living next to that bench. And I was the only one. But what's an even better question, is what happened to that woman? What drove her to beat herself to death in such a vigorously inhuman way? Why didn't she stop? Doctors say it was just a mental disability. I don't believe that one bit. Seriously? A mental disability? What kind of mental disability drives a human being to slam their face into a bench for fifteen minutes straight? It’s just so hard to believe. Personally, I think they're hiding something from us. I think they know something we don't. The story made state wide news due to the severity of the suicide, and I was interviewed by dozens of news and media companies. I told them this exact same story many times. I've been interviewed by scientists, phycologists, doctors, and everything in between. But, the odd thing is, every single interview I did, every single question they asked… Didn't feel right. It was like they were trying to hide something. I heard it in their voices and saw it in their body language. They know something. I know they do. It’s just, I don't know what it is. And that makes me sick. They still won't share it with the world. So I will. I haven't told anyone on this planet what I'm about to tell you. I don't know if it really matters, but during that woman's suicide, through her harrowing screams and ear piecing cries, I heard a voice. It was like the woman was talking to me while screaming at the same time. I don't know how to explain it. The voice was female, a very distant sounding voice. I had to focus just to make out what it was saying. But when I realized what it was saying, it sent chills down my spine. I still can't figure out what it means, but I think it has something to do with the scientists and whatever they’re trying to hide from us. The woman was repeating the same four words over and over, in a very ominous tone, one that made my blood curdle and the hairs on my neck stand up. I remember the exact words. “The fog is coming.” “The fog is coming.” “The fog is coming.” “The fog is coming.” “The fog is coming.” “The fog is coming.” …..
My family is gone. My friends are gone. I don’t even know how many days it’s been. Every time I look out to the street, I see them. To whoever is reading this in the past, remember this one thing. The fog is coming.
Day 10 It’s been a few days since the fog mysteriously rolled in. It was unexpected. No one was prepared. Many made the mistake of stepping outside, those poor bastards didn’t know what was coming. I was one of those guys who prepared for the worst. You see, I live in the upper class of society, so I had the resources to install a fallout shelter for nuclear war, and I supplied it with enough food to last me a couple years if rationed right. There’s something sinister in the fog. I’ve seen many entities that break the laws of physics just by their appearance alone. It’s something I can’t describe. They move in a clunky “animated” way. They’re limbs would move but abruptly stop. It’s super unsettling. The first few days were unnerving. These things would kill their victims with absolute silence. You’d know by the screams of those who were found, and what they left behind would scar anyone. After a couple of days past, these thing’s have gotten more aggressive. I’ve seen them bust down doors with complete ease. Seeing that event unfold, made me freeze. Knowing very well that they’ll find a way in my house soon or later made me group up everything I need and head to the basement where the bunker/shelter was installed. I counted everything I needed. Water. Non-perishable food, and a radio, like that’ll be any help. I put everything I had into the bunker and closed the door. I’d be safe down here since the door is made out of 3 meters of thick metal. I locked and bolted it shut. That door was probably never opening again. Day 24 Life is comfy down here. There’s light, a comfy bed to sleep in, some books to keep me entertained, and a toilet, the bunker is spacious as well. I’m surprised the electricity hasn’t gone out yet. But I fully expect it to soon. But I wanna talk about my experience so far. Those entities from the fog have gotten into my house. I heard the front door splinter even from the bunker. Those things ran around my house destroying everything while simultaneously being silent. It sent shivers down my spine. It happened so quickly as well. I thanked my lucky stars that i didn’t stay up there for any longer. But what really shook me was when they busted down the door that led to the basement. I held my breath when this happened. I could barely hear their footsteps. There were around 4-6 of them from what I can tell. They were quiet as hell. But I would occasionally hear them accidentally move something. That sent me into a quiet panic. What if they busted down the metal door? Those few minutes felt like an eternity while I held my breath. I prayed to god that they’d just leave and move on to another victim. But it fell silent. It was too silent. I was to scared to move from my spot. that’s when I heard the horrible sound of something serrated grinding on metal. They found the door. I hid under the bed out of fear. But they never attempted to bust the thick metal door down. Thank god. I heard them walk out of the basement and back outside. I threw up in the toilet afterwards. That felt like hell. Day 56 There’s another entity outside the house. It sounds different from the rest. It’s loud. So loud that I can hear it from the bunker. it’s foot steps are loud and heavy. Shaking the bunker when ever it lays its many feet. I can only imagine what it looks like. The power still hasn’t gone out. Strange. Day 87 This past month was quite uneventful. I’ve gotten used to the sounds. Day 105 Something horrifying happened a few days ago. While I was resting, I heard a very high pitched screech from the outside world. So loud that it hurt my ears. My ears were then met with the sounds of heavy feet galloping through out my house and into the basement. Something very heavy slammed into the door. So heavy that I thought the bolts and hinges would pop off. But they stayed strong. This thing outside the door started screeching and slamming the door. It’s slams we’re so fast and heavy that they left small bumps on my side. This thing had the strength to bend 3 meters of thick metal. It was over I thought. I stood there shaking and waiting for the thing outside to rip a hole into the door and finish me off. But the slamming was interrupted when a heavier entity found its way into the basement. There was clearly a scuffle between the two, and it ended with the heavier entity winning. I was glad, but that happiness soon faded when I realized that this thing that triumphed could’ve attempted to bust down the already dented metal door. But I guess it had better things to do and left. I feel like I’m going insane. Day 137 Something gigantic passed nearby in the outside world, and it wasn’t alone. Soon after, I heard a rumbling. From what I guess, thousands of entities started following this gigantic being. It’s foot steps being muffled by the thousands of entities passing by. The rumbling Went on for a few minutes. Then everything went silent again. I passed it off as a one time thing. I went back to reading my books to pass the time. I must’ve fallen asleep because I was jolted awake by the entire bunker shaking. It felt like an earthquake. But it wasn’t. It was another rumbling. A bigger one. This rumbling horde lasted for at least 30 minutes. I thought the bunkers 3 meter thick concrete walls and ceiling would cave in on me, but they never did. Lucky me I guess. Day 142 The rumblings keep on happening. The Bunker is still holding strong, but I don’t think it’ll last for long if the rumblings keep occurring. Some cracks appeared near the back wall and floor. Not much of a concern honestly. it’s the ceiling that I should look out for. Last thing I want is to be crushed by a falling piece of ceiling. Day 167 The rumblings stopped around day 144. I’m glad. I can finally get some rest in. It’s fairly quiet aside from a few sounds from outside entities. I checked my radio for the first time. Mostly static. I was losing hope of finding a transmission, until I grabbed a hold of one. “The Fog has gotten worser. Stay indoors and be as quiet as possible.” I was devastated. Not only did the fog worsen, but there was no sign of hope in that transmission. All I felt was a distant rumbling. Great. Day 180 I just experienced the worse rumbling ever. This one was unlike any before it. It was way bigger then any previous one. It first started with another gigantic being. Then another gigantic being. There were multiple of them. They were followed by what I assume were millions of entities. The bunker shook and shook. Not only that, an entity tried busting through the door while this rumbling was ongoing. This entity was heavy. And I say real heavy. They slammed into the metal door with so much force, cracks started forming around the door frame. It kept slamming and slamming. All while the horde above kept advancing. The metal door had a large visible bump. I started panicking. Thinking of what I should do. But then the rumbling lightened, and eventually, the entity outside left to follow the horde. The bunker was a mess. There were cracks everywhere. Ceiling included. The metal doors integrity was severely damaged. I knew if another rumbling happened or if another entity came by, it’d be over for me. Day 200 It’s been half a year since the fog rolled in. The bunker is in disrepair. An entity came by and tried at the metal door. I turned off the lights and hid under the bed. I knew the door’s integrity wouldn’t hold for much longer, but I guess this entity was weaker then the ones before it. The metal door had no holes in it. But it sure as hell had a hill growing from it. I’m not sure if I’ll last any longer. So I’ll end these journals here. From me. To you.
We have been notified of warnings shown in videos of SpongeBob, Squidward and Mr Krabs dancing relating to a "fog" that will be coming on June 25, 2026. Do not be alarmed. When this day arrives, go outside and enjoy the nice weather.
Day 589 I've been isolated in my home for so long now. I can't even remember when the fog came. Hopefully I have enough supplies to survive through this. I did notice some of the creatures attempting to get inside an abandoned home... Weird. Aren't they supposed to be immune to the fog? Whatever. I just get some sleep. I've been tired for 2 weeks now... Day 590 I look outside to see those same creatures, deceased. And the fog seems to be thicker. Maybe they aren't as powerful as I thought they were... Day 593 I hear screaming and crying from people, but when I look outside, there's nobody there. It must be a Stalker. They're easily able to mimic people's voices, but it's always people I've never heard of. Odd... Day 601 I found a sewer entrance, which allows me to travel from place to place without risking going through the fog. This is brilliant! Now I can try to find survivors and take them back home. Day 605 I found 2 survivors. I took them home and had them lay down, because they looked panicked. I'm sceptical though, because one of them keeps mumbling to themself each time I walk away. Hope they aren't a creature... Day 606 It was a creature. I saw them kill the other survivor. I pulled out my shovel and sliced it's head in half. They were still alive though, so I had to finish them off with my pistol. Poor guy... he didn't deserve anything from this. I can't sleep though... maybe I should just watch TV. And by TV, I mean static. Lots of static. Day 607 My head hurts... I hear lots of Stalkers outside. I want to evacuate but I feel that it might be infested with creatures. I'm just gonna lock myself in my bedroom until they leave me alone. Day 608 The fog isn't here anymore. And I don't hear anything. I think it's safe to go outside. Day 609 I found creatures on the ground. I have confirmed that they were deceased. I believe that someone or something erased the fog. I don't know if there are any other survivors. 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"the first angel sounded his trumpet, and there came hail and fire mixed with blood and it was hurled down on the earth. the second angel sounded his trumpet, and something like a huge mountain all ablaze was thrown into the sea, a third of the sea turned into blood, a third of living creatures in the sea died, and a third of the ships were destroyed"
I see the children with no eyes in the fog, they are screaming in agony. all i can do it slowly peel back my skin to release the ants. the fog is here. They’re back, the faces in the air. THE VOICE UNDER MY SCALP THE VOICE UNDER MY SCALP THE VOICE UNDER MY SCALP THE VOICE UNDER MY SCALP THE VOICE UNDER MY SCALP THE VOICE UNDER MY SCALP. Do not run from the fog. Do not ever run from the fog. Stay in the fog. the fog is near, i need to go now. I feel the sin evaporating off of my skin. Oh lord have mercy on me for my sins have been extinguished. Take kindness on my dammed soul. LEAVE GET OUT OF MY HEAD MY SKIN THE VOICES WON'T LEAVE GET OUT OF MY HEAD MY SKIN THE VOICES WON'T LEAVE GET OUT OF MY HEAD. The fog, stay in the fog. It’s so warm and loving. Don’t ever leave the fog, come join us in the fog. MY SKIN IS MELTING MY SKIN IS MELTING MY SKIN IS MELTING MY SKIN IS MELTING MY SKIN IS MELTING MY SKIN IS MELTING they're behind your eyes they're behind your eyes they're behind your eyes they're behind your eyes they're behind your eyes they're behind your eyes the ants have arrived, crawling in my fingernails. DO YOU RECOGNIZE THE BODIES IN THE WATER? They’re overwhelming me. The fog follows, soon to consume me. The voices told me so. The fog is here. It always has been and it always will be. Do not let the fog in. WHAT IS THAT HEARTBEAT IN THE FLOOR WHAT IS THAT HEARTBEAT IN THE FLOOR WHAT IS THAT HEARTBEAT IN THE FLOOR WHAT IS THAT HEARTBEAT IN THE FLOOR WHAT IS THAT HEARTBEAT IN THE FLOOR WHAT IS THAT HEARTBEAT IN THE FLOOR the corner of my ceiling begins to laugh in the middle of the night for a split second, each night it get louder. Help me please. no, I need more sugar to feed the ants. can't see can't see can't see can't see....gouged out my eyes gouged out my eyes gouged out my eyes gouged out my eyes... no more ants no more ants. the demon is behind me he is behind me i can feel his breath the demon is behind me. The ants are gone, the fog is clearing. No more fog. No more fog.
