The Fog Page #4

and a few other surprises.

And I'll be ready to check in

with the weatherman.

And the weatherman will be ready

to check in with you.

- Hello.

- I'm still here.

There's one other thing. It may have nothing

to do with the Sea Grass.

No, anything.

My son found a piece

of driftwood this morning.

Hey-hey, Mel. How you doing?

Your girl on the radio's been

talking about you.

I came in tonight to keep her happy.

- I thought you were off tonight.

- I love my job.

Well, you can tell them about that big

fog bank moving in the southeast.

- Where?

- You'll see it.

I'm on my way. See you tomorrow.

Yeah, Mel, I'll see you.

There you are.

I'm going to the lighthouse

on Spivey Point. Wanna come?

Come on.

- KAB.

- Hi, sweetheart.

I thought you were celebrating.

I couldn't spend an evening without you.

I'm up in 30 seconds. What's new?

- Another fog bank.

- Where?

Coming off the ocean,

from the southeast, heading inland.

Should be here in five, ten minutes.

Dan, hold on.

I have a special weather bulletin.

The tri-county weather station

reports a fog bank

moving southeast along the coast.

For whoever's interested,

that's the weather station.

Repeating, the fog bank is moving

southwest along the coast,

toward the weather station

on Old Russellville Road.

- Dan, are you still there?

- I'm still here.

You sound different tonight.

- Kind of intense.

- I just feel like talking, that's all.

But you don't talk on the telephone

because you talk on the radio...

Where's the fog now?

Should be right outside my door now.

Hold on, I'm gonna try something.

I can see it.

What's the big deal? You've seen fog once,

you've seen it for life.

There's something different

about this fog. It glows.

- Can't you see anything yet?

- Glows?

I get it, you take something

to keep you going.

Does it make you feel

a little weird sometimes?

What?

The lights went out.

Everything's going crazy.

Barometer's falling, temperature's dropping.

- What is it?

- What the hell's that?

What is it? What's happening?

What's happening?

Someone's shining a light at the window.

- Listen to me.

- Hold on, sweetheart.

I wanna check this out.

Stay on the phone.

This has gotta be a joke.

Someone's at the front door,

playing a stupid joke.

And whoever it is,

they ain't gonna like finding me home.

Stay away from the door.

Hello?

Anybody here?

Some a**hole is taking

this 100-year-old business too seriously.

And so all of us,

living here in Antonio Bay today,

owe a great debt of gratitude

to those men and women

a hundred years ago,

who struggled and sacrificed

to make this town grow into what it is today.

And it is up to us to keep

their kind of spirit alive.

I have an urgent bulletin.

Will Sheriff Simms

please contact KAB radio immediately.

The number is 5552131.

This is an emergency.

So we must redouble our efforts,

work together.

We have a vital, thriving community

and I say we have to keep it that way.

This is an emergency.

Sheriff David Simms,

please contact KAB immediately.

5552131. This is an emergency.

Hello.

Hello.

Sheriff Simms?

As we make our way

for the presentation of the statue,

we should all keep in mind

the significance of this night,

for every citizen of Antonio Bay.

We should all proceed over to the statue.

Single file. Don't push. Take your time.

Start!

Please start!

Why did all the lights go out?

One of the lines are probably down.

They usually take care

of these things right away.

I think it's kinda neat.

Hello?

Hello?

What's that, now?

Start!

Andy, get out of the house!

Mrs Kobritz, get him

out of the house, please, run!

We'd better close the windows.

Are your bedroom windows closed?

I'll go see.

Hello?

Someone listen to me. My son is trapped.

887, White Beach Lane.

My son is trapped by the fog. Get out! Run!

Wow! Look at that.

- Are your windows all closed?

- Yes, ma'am.

I wonder about your mother's bedroom.

Please, someone, my son is trapped.

Andy, run, run!

Mrs Kobritz, run!

- I want you to go to your room.

- I think I should stay.

Right now.

- Go to your room.

- I wanna see who it is.

- No.

- Can't I stay for two more seconds?

OK, I'm going.

Please, my son is trapped.

887, White Beach Lane.

Someone get to 887, White Beach Lane.

My son is trapped. Get out of the fog.

Please, someone!

My son is trapped!

... White Beach Lane.

Come on, get out of there, now!

Andy, run!

Run!

- Come on.

- Go, go.

- Come on.

- Easy. Don't pop it. Ease it out.

Jesus.

Come on, come on.

It'll go, it'll go.

- Reverse! Reverse!

- Come on!

Come on! Do it!

We've been waiting 20 minutes.

I think it's best we call it a night.

In five minutes,

everyone will have seen the statue.

All right. Let's get them through quickly.

Probably be a good idea

if you went home, Kathy.

- We can close up here.

- I should see it through.

There's nothing more to do here.

Let me take you home.

A little annoying but you're right.

- Would you please take me?

- Yes, ma'am.

- I'll call you tomorrow.

- OK. Thank you.

I don't even know if you can hear me.

I'm sorry that I didn't come for you,

that I wasn't there.

Please understand.

I have to stay here.

The fog is moving inland,

away from the beach,

towards Antonio Bay.

It's by the armoury.

I can't remember the name of it.

I think it's Chestnut.

Feel like listening to some music?

Sure.

It's moving faster now, up Regent Avenue,

up to the end of Smallhouse Road.

What's that?

It's just hitting the outskirts of town.

Broad Street.

Clay Street.

It's moving down Tenth Street.

Get inside and lock your doors.

Close your windows.

There's something in the fog.

If you're on the south side of town, go north.

Stay away from the fog.

Richardsville Pike up to Beacon Hill

is the only clear road.

Up to the church. If you can get

out of town, get to the old church.

Now the junction at 101 is cut off.

If you can get out of town,

get to the old church.

It's the only place left to go.

Get to the old church on Beacon Hill.

- It cut us off.

- Where is it?

- Right behind us, in the driveway.

- Quick. Inside.

- Come on.

- Hurry.

Father Malone?

- Are you all right?

- Is there a basement?

- Can't hide.

- We have to try.

No matter where we go, it will find us.

- Is there a basement?

- There's a study.

I'll show you the way. Come on.

- Hurry.

- Come on. Give me that.

The fog is sweeping inland.

It's almost like a wall

across the east end of town.

- Blake's come for us.

- Who's Blake?

- It's in a journal.

- What journal?

- I don't know. Where is it?

- We're cursed.

- What are you saying?

- The journal.

It's in there.

- By the window?

- It can do us no good now.

It's all we've got.

If anything happens, lock the door.

Get back. Shut the door.

- Six must die...

- The three men on the Sea Grass.

- The weather man is four.

- Mrs Kobritz.

- Five.

- And one of us makes six.

That's what they want -

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