Fog Eats First

Philippines, 1942. The Japanese are advancing. Sergeant Waters and four scattered men retreat into the jungle instead of surrendering. By the second day, they are lost. By the third, they find the fog. It rises from the ground at dusk—thick, green, wrong. It doesn't move like mist. It reaches. The first man walks into it smiling. By morning, only a gray stain remains where he slept. Waters doesn't know what's hunting them. But the fog knows where he breathes.

Having spent years working in global corporations alongside people of diverse faiths, cultures, and beliefs, the author has gathered a wealth of stories from around the world — whispered legends, passed-down folklore, and personal encounters that blur the line between reality and the unknown. He is fascinated by the intersection of the supernatural, the eerie, the suspenseful, and the terrifying. His stories are not built on blood or violence, but on the shadows of the human mind — psychological unease, creeping dread, and the fear that lingers long after the last page is turned. As he often says, when you truly encounter something beyond explanation — a ghost, a presence, a whisper from another time — perhaps the bravest thing you can do is stay calm. After all, that figure in the dark may once have been someone like us, with a story of their own, waiting to be heard... or remembered.