The beginningSo...if you saw a giant wall of mist, what would you do? Probably not walk through it right? Well... I walked through it. More like fell through it. And I wish I hadn’t.
Anyways, my name is Nick. And this is the story of how I became a creepypasta. I was walking down a dark abandoned road. Yeah...pretty cliche. But it was a relatively clear night. And it has been a while since fog or mist has shown up around here so I was pretty intrigued when a giant wall of it showed up by the woods. I walked over to it and stuck my hand through. It felt wet, and thick. I knew this wasn’t normal mist. I’m not sure how, but right after I pulled my hand out...you guessed it. I slipped and fell through. Yeah...not fun. I tumbled, and tumbled, and tumbled, until I hit a tree. And trees meant bad shit in this town, because we were built right beside slendermen woods. I stood and couldn’t see much since it was dark. I looked further into the woods and saw...a fire? I walked towards it and saw 4 people standing around it. They didn’t look happy.