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Things That Wait

Avatar di Shadowline StoriesShadowline Stories· Pubblicato: 17 lug 2026

When I was twelve, my grandmother told me never to look too long into fog. She said something lives in it. Watches from just far enough away that you can't be sure it's real. I laughed. I was twelve. I didn't believe in things that wait. Then last winter, driving home past midnight, my headlights caught something standing at the treeline. Just standing. Hood up. Still. I told myself it was

2 tavole · 12 vignette

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2 tavole · 12 vignette
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«Things That Wait», tavola 1, vignetta 1: Flashback. On the wooden porch of a rural home, twelve-year-old Leo stands next to his grandmother Sylvia, looking out at a thick blanket of fog rolling over the front yard.
When I was twelve, my grandmother told me never to look too long into fog.
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«Things That Wait», tavola 1, vignetta 2: Close-up on Grandma Sylvia's weathered, serious face as she leans down slightly, warning young Leo.
Grandma Sylvia:She said something lives in it. Watches from just far enough away...
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«Things That Wait», tavola 1, vignetta 3: Young Leo laughs dismissively, waving a hand, completely unbothered by the warning.
I laughed. I was twelve. I didn't believe in things that wait.
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«Things That Wait», tavola 1, vignetta 4: Present day. A dark winding country road lined with dense pine trees. A lone car's headlights pierce the midnight darkness and light mist.
Then last winter, driving home past midnight...
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«Things That Wait», tavola 1, vignetta 5: Inside the car. Adult Leo is driving, his face illuminated by the soft green glow of the dashboard. He looks tired, staring at the dark road ahead.
...my headlights caught something standing at the treeline.
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«Things That Wait», tavola 1, vignetta 6: The headlights illuminate a dark, hooded figure standing perfectly still at the edge of the dark woods, shrouded in mist.
Just standing. Hood up. Still.
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«Things That Wait», tavola 2, vignetta 1: Close-up on Leo's face behind the wheel. His eyes are wide with sudden tension, trying to rationalize what he is seeing.
Leo
I told myself it was a person. A hunter, maybe. Someone lost.
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«Things That Wait», tavola 2, vignetta 2: Extreme close-up on the hooded figure's face. Deep within the shadow of the hood, two glowing red eyes burn through the dark mist.
But people don't have eyes that glow red in the dark.
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«Things That Wait», tavola 2, vignetta 3: Over-the-shoulder shot from inside the car as it speeds away. Through the side window, the hooded figure is slowly turning its head to watch the car depart.
And people don't turn to watch you drive away...
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«Things That Wait», tavola 2, vignetta 4: Close-up on the car's rearview mirror. The reflection shows the hooded figure standing in the middle of the empty road, impossibly close to the car.
Leo
...and then somehow, be standing in your rearview mirror... closer than they should be.
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«Things That Wait», tavola 2, vignetta 5: Leo sits on the edge of his bed in a dark bedroom, head in his hands, looking deeply shaken and traumatized.
I don't drive that road anymore.
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«Things That Wait», tavola 2, vignetta 6: Low-angle shot of the bedroom floor. A thick, unnatural white fog is slowly creeping under the bottom crack of the closed bedroom door.
Leo
But some nights, I still see fog rolling under my door. And I think... it found me.

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When I was twelve, my grandmother told me never to look too long into fog. She said something lives in it. Watches from just far enough away that you can't be sure it's real. I laughed. I was twelve. I didn't believe in things that wait. Then last winter, driving home past midnight, my headlights caught something standing at the treeline. Just standing. Hood up. Still. I told myself it was a person. A hunter, maybe. Someone lost. But people don't have eyes that glow red in the dark. And people don't turn to watch you drive away — and then somehow, be standing in your rearview mirror... closer than they should be. I don't drive that road anymore. But some nights, I still see fog rolling under my door. And I think... it found out where I live.

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