Slowly, Harry Mason lifted his head from the steering wheel and glanced to his right with blurred vision. A sharp pain shot through his temples and he blinked a couple of times to clear his vision. Panic gripped him as he realised his daughter, Cheryl, was not sat next to him. He quickly opened the car door and stepped outside.

He was greeted with a cold chill in the air and thick, heavy fog. He could barely make out anything in front of him. The fog didn't seem to move or swirl with the wind, instead it hung in the air motionless. He had never seen fog like this. The panic sunk in deeper as he thought about Cheryl, lost and alone in the fog. He cautiously took a few steps forward and squinted his eyes to try and make out something in the distance.

Not far from where he was, he could make out a figure in the distance, and has he got closer, it looked like a little girl. "Cheryl!" However, the girl ran off like she never heard him. He started to run, though his steps were unbalanced because of his vision and still pounding head. He tried to ignore it. The girl then turned onto a street and continued running. "Cheryl!" He shouted again, but she still ran. She then turned left and he lost sight of her. He still kept running and he could just about make out the sound of what seemed like a gate opening. He then turned left and was met bulky looking gate. It gate looked very worn out and rusty. He forced the heavy, old gate open and ran into a back alleyway.

He stopped abruptly when he saw the horrific sight before him. A dog lay lifeless on the ground, with a pool of scarlet around it. There was also dried up blood on the garage next to it. He couldn't stare any longer and ripped his gaze from it. He felt sick. Against his will, he rushed forward and tried to block out the awful sight from his mind, and tried to refocus on Cheryl. He noticed the alleyway was getting more narrow and began to slow down slightly. Just then, the distant sound of air raid sirens could be heard...

Harry ignored it, but then realised the alleyway was starting to get darker and darker. Harry eventually had to stop as the blanket of darkness consumed the entire alleyway until all he could see was black. He quickly reached into his pocket and lit a match. He could no longer hear the little girls footsteps, just him panting, trying to catch his breath. The sudden darkness alerted Harry enough to stand completely still a moment. It had been snowing, but now a light drizzle had begun to fall. The pounding headache, combined with the confusion of the sudden darkness had paralysed him. He didn't dare move even an inch. The image of Cheryl's beautiful, smiling face was enough to make him move forward. He felt a dark presence around him, like something was following him, surrounding him, watching his every move. He didn't know why he felt like that all of a sudden. He kept moving.

Every muscle in his body had completely stiffened up. He rounded another corner and saw another bizarre sight. Hospital beds against the walls, and it looked like there was a body under the sheets. There was blood on top of the sheets and small blotches of blood on the ground. Harry followed them, and the blotches of red got bigger and bigger. The sickly feeling intensified and he stopped when he noticed he had reached a dead end. He then raised the match stick lit up and every muscle in his body locked as he saw what looked like a bloodied corpse painfully hung on some twisted, barbed wire on a rusty metal fence. Harry took a step back but that was all he could manage. His mouth was open wide in horror and disgust. But he couldn't take his eyes away from the corpse. It's skin was ripped and shredded beyond belief, and though the thing had no eyes, it felt like it was staring right at Harry. This was all too much and he prayed he was dreaming. His attention was then ripped from the hanging corpse when he felt something tug at his leg. He looked down and saw something small. It was grey and skinny. Then another one appeared and grabbed his leg. He couldn't move. Then another one appeared, and another. He then felt himself weakening. His arms wouldn't move, nor would his legs hold him up properly. He felt his entire body getting drained. The small creatures clung to him and made horrific sounds and shrieks. His vision began to blur, his head pounding with unreal pain. The creatures eventually released their grip, but Harry still couldn't move. Harry's knees buckled and he fell uncontrollably to the ground. The last thing he could hear was the distant sound of air raid sirens...