Delhi’s winters are known for their biting cold and heavy fog—but no one ever warns you about the kind of fog that follows you, swallows you, and returns with something you can never forget.
This is the story of Vin, Riya, Ravi, and a night when the fog of Himachal turned against them.
A Trip to Escape the City
Delhi’s pollution had been getting unbearable, so Vin and his two closest friends planned a quick escape to Himachal. They booked a cab for an early-morning departure at 4 AM.
Their driver—a cheerful, chatty man—seemed excited for the journey. But as they drove deeper into the outskirts, the morning stayed unusually dark. By 8 AM, a thick, unsettling fog began to swallow the road ahead.
The driver suddenly fell silent.
His smile faded. His knuckles tightened around the steering wheel. His face drained of color.
“Sir… please,” he whispered, voice trembling. “Whatever happens, do not open the windows once we enter this fog. Ever.”
The friends laughed it off as superstition. But the fog ahead was unlike anything they had ever seen—dense, unmoving, almost alive.
And then they entered it.
The Fog Takes Its First Victim
Visibility dropped to zero. The driver pushed forward slowly, but the air inside the car felt heavier with every passing minute.
Riya’s breathing grew strained. She clutched her chest, gasping for air.
“I… can’t… breathe…”
Ignoring the driver’s desperate warnings, she slid open the window just enough to let air in.
A cold whip of fog rushed inside the car.
Instantly, Riya felt relief—but in the next moment, everything changed.
The fog thickened inside the vehicle. And when she blinked…
everyone was gone.
Vin.
Ravi.
The driver.
The backseat.
All empty.
The car was still moving by itself.
Panicking, Riya tried to open the door. Locked. No matter how hard she pulled, the lock refused to budge. She screamed for help, but the fog smothered her voice.
Suddenly, the car slowed on its own… stopped… and with a soft click, the locks opened.
Riya bolted out.
What Lies in the Fog
Only a dark forest surrounded her. No road. No car headlights. Just a suffocating wall of fog stretching endlessly in every direction.
Then she saw it—
a black figure far away, towering, unmoving.
A person?
A tree?
A shadow?
Desperate, she ran toward it, but no matter how close she got, the figure remained the same distance away—always far, always watching.
Before she could understand what was happening, she felt a presence behind her.
Something tall.
Something breathing.
Something wrong.
Slowly, trembling, she turned her head—
And stared up at a 12-foot-tall black shadow, a human-like silhouette without a face, stretching unnaturally into the fog.
Riya collapsed with a scream.
Reality… or Something Else?
At that exact moment, back inside the cab, Vin and Ravi saw Riya faint. She had simply fallen unconscious after opening the window.
The driver, terrified, kept repeating:
“You shouldn’t have opened the window… the fog… it deceives…”
Vin brushed off the driver’s fear and insisted they rush Riya to a hospital. The driver pressed the accelerator.
But a few seconds later—
a girl suddenly appeared in the middle of the road.
He hit the brakes too late.
The car slammed into her.
Panicked, Vin and Ravi jumped out—only to find the girl’s broken, blood-soaked body lying twisted on the road.
It was Riya.
The same Riya who was supposedly inside the car.
Vin stumbled back in horror. He turned to check the car again—
Empty.
Not a single person inside.
The Shadow’s Return
Shaking and confused, Vin lifted Riya’s limp body and placed her in the driver’s seat. He didn’t know where the others were. He didn’t know what was happening. He only knew he had to get out.
He started driving, tears streaming down his face as the fog wrapped around the vehicle like a living creature.
And then—
the 12-foot shadow emerged in the headlights, standing in the middle of the road exactly as Riya had seen it.
Vin jerked the steering wheel.
The car veered off the road—
CRASH.
Everything went black.
The Morning After
Locals found the crashed car at dawn.
Miraculously, all four survived the night.
But they didn’t return the same.
The driver still refuses to drive in fog.
Ravi never speaks about that morning.
Riya wakes up screaming, insisting that the shadow still follows her.
But Vin suffered the most.
The head injury didn’t kill him…
but his mind never returned.
Some nights, he runs out of his house into the street, shouting that the shadow is calling him. That it stands in the fog, watching. Waiting.
And every winter, when the fog rolls back into Delhi…
People swear they see a tall, dark figure near deserted roads.
Unmoving.
Silent.
Watching.
𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐅𝐨𝐠…
If the fog thickens suddenly…
If your window fogs from the outside…
If you feel like something is standing behind your car…
Do not open the window.
Do not stop the vehicle.
Do not look back.
Some shadows aren’t cast by sunlight.
Some shadows are alive.