The fog in water
It was late at night, and the village streets lay silent, blanketed in a thick, creeping fog. Every house seemed abandoned, their windows like dark, unblinking eyes staring into the emptiness. The wind whispered through the narrow lanes, carrying with it an unsettling chill that made the hair on Ali’s arms stand on end. He had just moved to the village, inheriting the old family house from a distant relative. The house was old, worn down by decades of neglect, and yet Ali had been drawn to its strange charm, unaware of the dark secrets it held.
