**The Fog Knows Your Name — Part 1** In the quaint town of Elderglen, tales of a mysterious fog have been whispered through generations, wrapping the place in an allure that tinged with fear. They say the mist remembers those lost to its depths and calls them home, echoing with the voices of the vanished. Maren, who grew up hearing these stories spun by her grandmother, often dismissed them as mere superstition, stories meant to scare children away from wandering too far. However, that was before the fog rolled in early one fateful morning. On that fog-laden morning, Maren awoke to an eerie silence, the world outside her window swallowed by swirling clouds. As she stepped into her bathroom, confusion washed over her when she found her name, "MAREN," etched in dripping letters across the mirror. At first, she chuckled, thinking it some prank, but disbelief quickly turned to dread as another word appeared almost magically: "LISTEN." That night, whispers filled her room, soft yet insistent, beckoning her from every corner. Trapped inside her home with a dead phone, unable to contact her parents who were away, Maren felt increasingly vulnerable as the town outside drifted into an unsettling stillness. As the second night unfolded, the shadows seemed to elongate, twisting like fingers reaching for her. The atmosphere thickened as familiar voices began to drift through the fog, echoing the words, “Come out, Maren. We miss you.” Her heart raced. These were voices she knew all too well—her mother, her grandmother, even her childhood friend who had vanished mysteriously years ago. With fear surging, Maren barricaded her home, piling furniture and nailing boards across the doors and windows, desperately lighting candles that flickered like fragile hopes in the encroaching darkness. In the dim light, a figure outside her attic window caught her breath—a tall, shrouded silhouette, devoid of a face but glimmering with eyes like fading embers. The whispers grew more ominous, now calling her name with an unsettling familiarity, reminding her of memories long buried. When Maren screamed, the echoes bounced back at her, but the dense fog clung to her more tightly, drawing closer with each passing breath. Just as her desperate cries filled the empty rooms, the fog pressed in, enveloping her with a chilling embrace. The tale of Maren and the haunting fog has only just begun. What awaits her in this mysterious mist? Stay tuned for more chills from Elderglen, and be sure to like, comment, and subscribe for the continuation of this eerie journey!