Scary Stories

Black Fog

The Black Fog is a scary story about a teenage girl who wakes up one morning to find her city covered in a thick blanket of mysterious dark fog.

Black Fog

This is the diary of Raisa Praveen.

Hi. If you’re reading this, you’re probably wondering who I am… or who I was. My name is Raisa and I am 14 years old. My parents came from India, but I was born in America. I grew up in a city called Detroit. You may have heard of it.

I was a pretty normal teenager. My life wasn’t all that boring, but it wasn’t all that interesting either. I was an only child. My parents loved me. I went to school. I played sports. I hung out with my friends. That was pretty much it.

Then, one day, something happened. That was the day I started keeping this diary.

Day One

When I woke up in the morning, I thought it was still night time. There was a thick black fog outside the windows, obscuring the sun. My parents were listening to the radio. They told me there had been an accident at a chemical plant. During the night, emissions from the plant had covered the entire city in a blanket of fog.

On the news, government officials were trying to reassure everyone that it was an accident, not a terrorist act. They said everything was under control and there was nothing to worry about. That didn’t calm me down. I had a strange sense of impending doom.

My parents told me I still had to go to school and they still had to go to work. As I left our apartment building and walked the six blocks to my school, I felt even more nervous. I could barely see the footpath in front of me. The fog was all around. It smelled noxious and putrid. It was the stench of death.

When I got to school, there were only 15 other kids in my class. The rest hadn’t shown up. The ones who did show up were sneezing and coughing. One of the boys covered his nose and sneezed. There was blood on his hand. One of the girls looked very sick. She raised her hand and asked for permission to go to the toilet. Before she reached the door, she collapsed on the floor and began foaming at the mouth. She was thrashing back and forth as if she was in agony. Everyone was terrified.

Over the speakers, the school principal made an announcement. He said that school was cancelled for the day and we were all supposed to leave and go directly home. In other classrooms, we could hear the sound of younger kids cheering. I didn’t feel like there was anything to cheer about. Before he shut off the microphone, we could hear the principal sneezing and coughing too.

When I got out onto the street, I couldn’t see anything. The fog was so thick, I could hardly even make out my hand in front of my face. The street was empty and there was an eerie silence. There were no cars. No traffic whatsoever. I took out my cellphone and tried to call my parents, but I couldn’t get any reception. I had no idea how I was going to find my way home.

Somewhere nearby, I heard the sound of breaking glass. As I walked past a shop, a man appeared climbing through the broken window carrying a brand new flat-screen TV. I pressed myself up against the wall, so the man did not see me. It gave me the creeps. There were no police around to stop him.

Luckily, I recognized the shop. My apartment building wasn’t far away and I knew how to get there. All of a sudden, there was a scream. I couldn’t tell which direction it was coming from, but it sounded like a woman. She was screaming hysterically for a long time. Then, the screaming faded out, swallowed up by the fog.

I eventually found myself outside our apartment building. The elevator was not working, so I had to climb the stairs. On the way up, I heard something rustling behind me on the darkened stairwell. There was the sound of creaking and heavy breathing. I hurried up the steps and when I got to my apartment, I rushed inside and slammed the door behind me.

I turned on the TV but there was nothing on. Just white noise. Maybe the reception was bad. Maybe the TV stations had stopped broadcasting. I looked out the window, but I couldn’t see a thing. I got some juice out of the fridge, made myself a sandwich, then sat down and waited for my parents to come home. As I waited, I took out a notebook and started writing this diary.

Day 2

I must have dozed off. When I woke up, I was lying on the sofa and the sun was shining in my eyes. The black fog was gone. I shouted for my parents, “Mom? Dad?” but there was no answer. They didn’t come home last night. A feeling of fear overcame me. What if something happened to them? I didn’t want to think about it. I just hoped they were safe.

I ran to the window and looked out. The sky was a beautiful shade of blue, the sun was beating down and everything looked fine. Then, I noticed something that unnerved me. It was completely silent. All over the city, nothing was moving. There was not a soul in the streets. It was deserted.

I tried my cellphone, but there was still no reception. I went downstairs and ran out into the street. Everything was deathly silent. Walking along the road, I saw a dead cat, a dead dog and numerous dead birds. They lay there, scattered randomly in the steet and on the sidewalk. It was as if death had come suddenly and unexpectedly. There were also some abandoned cars. The doors were open, but the people were not inside. Where had they all gone?

I walked further down the street and as I passed by a supermarket, I saw someone lying in the gutter outside. Going closer, I realized it was the dead body of a man. I was so shocked and disgusted. His neck was torn out and his stomach was ripped open. His guts were missing. I had to cover my mouth to stop myself from vomitting. It was as if he had been attacked by a wild animal. I couldn’t look at the bloody spectacle any longer and hurried off down the street.

I didn’t know where to go, so I walked to my school. The building was silent and there was nobody around. I went inside and walked down the halls until I came to the principal’s office. It was a mess. Everything was turned upside-down. It looked like there had been a fierce struggle. I noticed some blood on the wall and the ceiling, but there was no one around.

I was hungry and I needed something to eat. I went down the street to the local store. It was deserted, but the window in the front door was smashed, so I crawled through. I grabbed some donuts and a bottle of juice. Stealing things made me feel very guilty, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

When I glanced behind the counter, I saw a pair of legs sticking out. The shopkeeper was lying there in a pool of blood. The sight of his dead body made me feel sick. His neck was torn out and his stomach was ruptured. I was so horrified, I just ran out into the street. Where was everybody? Was I the only one who survived? I fell to my knees and began to cry.

Just then, I heard a low buzzing noise overhead. Looking up at the sky, I saw a plane, flying low over the tops of the buildings. A hatch opened in the undercarriage and some large packages fell out. They sailed down to earth on parachutes. There were also hundreds of small pieces of paper fluttering down. I ran down the street and managed to grab one of the pieces of paper as it floated down. There was a message printed on it. It read:

“There had been an accident at a chemical plant. A strange mixture of toxic chemicals were spewed across the city. The majority of people were killed and the others have contracted an unknown disease. An emergency has been declared and the city is under quarantine. Those who have survived are asked to stay in their homes, barricade themselves inside and wait for rescue parties to arrive. Do not go out at night for any reason.”

One of the large packages landed around the corner. I ran over to it. The package had split open and the contents were strewn across the street. There were cans of dried food, bottles of water, blankets and a small black case. When I opened the case, I was shocked to see there was a gun inside and two boxes of bullets. There was also a leaflet explaining how to load and shoot the weapon. Why are they giving me a weapon? I wondered. And what am I supposed to do with it?

I gathered up as much canned food and as many bottles of water as I could carry. I also took the gun and bullets, just in case. I brought everything back to my apartment and waited there. As I waited, I read the pamphlet that came with the gun. Following the instructions, I loaded it with bullets and left it on the coffee table. Better safe than sorry, as my mom always used to say.

That night, I heard noises in the hallway outside the front door of the apartment. It sounded like more than one person, moving and shuffling around. I was afraid to open the door, so I stood in front of it and yelled, “Who’s out there? What do you want?”

Immediately, everything went quiet. I stood there waiting, my heart beating fast. A moment later, the door started shaking and rattling. I heard horrible growling noises on the other side. Trembling with fear, I grabbed the gun and aimed it at the door.

“Go away or I’ll shoot!” I screamed. “I don’t want to hurt you! Just go away!”

The door started rattling even harder and I was afraid it would come off its hinges. I raised the gun, aimed at the door and pulled the trigger. There was a loud bang as a bullet ripped through the door. I heard a terrible shriek and a howling noise. Then, there were hurried footsteps, running away and the hallway was silent. That night, I slept on the floor beside the door with the gun beside me.

Day 3

When I woke up, I opened the door cautiously, but the hallway was deserted. There was some blood on the floor and a bullet hole in the wall. Going down the stairs, I heard the distinct sound of a door opening and closing down below. Clutching the gun, I tip-toed down the stairs.

When I got down to the second floor, I saw something that shocked me. There was a young girl cowering in a corner of the hallway. She couldn’t have been more than 5 years old. Her clothes were streaked with blood and she was crying. When she saw me, her eyes grew wide. She let out a high-pitched scream and curled up into a ball.

“Don’t be scared,” I said, hiding the gun in my pocket. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

I gave her a hug and tried to comfort her. The girl said her name was Lera. Two days ago, her mother went to the store and never returned. I felt sorry for the poor thing. She was all alone in the world with no one to protect her. What could I do? I was only 14 years old. I didn’t know how to take care of a 5-year old girl.

I brought her back up to my apartment, fed her, gave her a bath and washed her clothes. She wanted to go to look for her mother. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that her mother was probably dead. It wasn’t safe to stay in my apartment another night. The door was damaged and it wouldn’t withstand another attack. I told her we would have to find a way to get out of the city.

We gathered up some supplies, stuffed them in a backpack along with the gun and the bullets and then we went down to the street. It was still deathly silent. As we walked, we saw packages lying here and there by the side of the road. None of them had been opened. The sun was beating down and we kept walking and walking. When Lera got tired, I gave her a piggyback.

Along the way, we met no one. The streets were lined with abandoned cars. No more planes flew overhead. We passed the corpses of dead cats, dead dogs, dead birds and the occasional dead body.

“Everything is asleep,” Lera whispered in my ear.

“Yes,” I replied. “The whole city is sleeping.”

We had walked all day and finally, it was growing dark. We needed to find a safe place to stay before nightfall.

(to be continued…)
(I will update this as soon as I finish the next part, so check back soon…)


  • It’s been 3 YEARS! And the story still isn’t complete! I remember reading it in 2015 and bookmarking it for when it gets updated… And then, I checked it every month to see if it was updated! But then i kind of started checking it less frequently. But even after 3 years, the story isn’t complete!

  • Just got an account. Been on ScaryForKids since I was eight. Read this first when I was ten. come back 3 YEARS LATER and still no update. Damn.

  • oh sfk i know how difficult and time consuming it is to write a story because of my experience when i wrote a story on your website.(camping nightmare. hope you publish) but dont you think its a little too late the story says last updated in june 2015 so its almost a year. i would appreciate it if you gave another small part and then end in the third part. its an awsome story.
    PS sorry for my older comment it was rude because i was totally pissed of at that moment :)

  • I…..I cant take it…….OMG……help……….I….I’m….dying……i am now 400000000000000000000000000000000000000 years old…….i was 11 when i started to wait………….oh………gosh……….the…….story…..SFK…….please…..


  • it’s literally been over a year since you last updated, i keep coming to check back.. plz sfk get in touch with the person who wrote this, they have some pretty damn good imagination,so plzz we’re all dying to read the next part ( sorry i don’t mean to rush you if i am)

  • Okay, you guys HAVE to write the next, I’m pretty sure I don’t speak alone when I say… IT’S TIME!!!!! WE’VE BEEN WAITING FOREVER!!!! I’M BITING MY NAILS WAITING FOR IT!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST POST IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE SUSPENSE IS UNBEARABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • oh, i just realised that in my comment it says “I’m trying to be impatient in anyway way” it is supposed to say ” I’m not trying to be impatient in anyway”. Just correcting myself :)

  • Maybe, just maybe, SFK is like 18 years old and he has exams. I mean it could happen! So everyone stop saying that he is dead. If he did then…well….ummm….

    Anyways, he can’t have died. And P.S.Y FAN is talking rubbish. Sorry I think I offended someone….:/ :( Soo sorry!

  • 10/10 cute little girls. please SFK update the story. It’s been about a year now… My tablet says 23/04/2016 but it is actually 11/06/2016. SFK i love you and your stories but I think it’s time to update. I’m trying to impatient in anyway but please please do it. JUST DO IT.

    Thanks Scary For Kids.

    SweetBlood (real name Mahnoor Baig)

    xxx :)

  • @BlackWidow5704 That is the most scariest story; for me:-( I mean without WiFi I would be like a lost girl in the mountains alone, no one to play with, nothing to eat just like that:-(

  • Hurry up and update! Anyway, so far so good. It’s 2:19 AM for me and I can’t sleep, so I decided to read. I shouldn’t have coffee right before bed…. ;-;

  • When r u going to post the 2 part after 100 or 200 years its almost a year and you have not yet updated it I also have read all the storis on sfk I really think that sfk is dead

  • Its bad that I have to clarify this but I will. NO sfk is NOT dead as he has been updating other stories and replying on other peoples comments. He is probably very busy with the other stories and real life as well. I’m sure it takes a lot to keep up a website as legendary as this one. Sfk said he will update this so I’m sure he will. Be patient and when the next part of the story comes out it will be worth it. Awesome part 1 of this story, sfk!! This will be one to remember!

  • There are 7 trillion nerves in my body, SFK has managed to get every single of them by simply not uploading part 2.

  • It’s been almost a year…update please SFK. Sorry for my impatient. But please, you really need to update ASAP this extremely cool story. Can’t wait!!!

  • it’s felt like ages since the update, i remember reading this back in like march last year, hope you update asap cause i can’t wait!:)

  • Omg… Did she shoot the little girl?? I can’t wait for SFK to crawl out of the grave and come back to finish this story… So excited to read the rest of it…😳😳

  • I think the “Who I am or who I was” part probably means that she did things she never thought shed do before the fog. You know, she became tougher

  • #lightsoff i dont think she is dead until i read the next part as this is a diary and supposed to survive long. So for eg, if a person reads the diary after 150 years she would be dead…

    And this story is just awesome!!!!!!
    Cant wait!!!

  • Sorry guys i think you are right… its “sabar” not “mehnet”… And @username invalid… i write in capitals because sometimes i like to write in’s not that i am shouting or something….and here we have freedom to write comments anyhow right?

  • @XxScaryGirlxX sfk has had a month i could write a really scary story in 10 seconds: No wifi. Its the best scary story i’ve ever written :D lol jk but we all need to accept the fact that sfk probaby read their own cursed story BEFORE FINISHING THIS ONE!!!!!! :(

  • No no @fanofscaryforkids the proverb goes this way:
    Sabar ka fal meetha hota hair.
    (Patience gives sweet fruits) :-)

  • hello friends, though i am not a new user but so far i never thought of creating any account here.
    Now coming to the point, i found this story black fog very intriguing but alas no further updates. Can anybody tell what is wrong?

  • @Username_Invalid IKR! Even i think its a little weird to type everything in capital tho. But yeah, its upto him.

  • To FAN OF SCARY FOR KIDS, why do you post some of your comments in capitals? It seems like you are shouting lol. But, it is upto you how you want to write. :)

    And I hope SFK will be like, “Didn’t go nowhere, never left uh. You really thought that I was gone. I heard you talking like I lost my swagger, said I was over you were wrong.” It is a song, by the way. :P And I don’t think that SFK is dead or something :)

  • Oh sfk why aren’t you updating this it has been more than three months.
    Anyways good story

  • Probably the of this story is that she also became a zombie. . it was written at the start of this story “who I am, or who I was” . . I won’t hope for any updates now. . it’s been more than a month now. .

  • orso, peepl end fanz uv sceri fer keds, terr mee wut yoo tink abot da steri abut som yong gai end canibulz, et vry sed, ryte?

  • Here’s a story on behalf of SFK”s (NutrinJim’s) absence:

    A eshun gye nemd Sum Yong Gai rivs in a howz near da rivar. wun dey a yung kid comz to da howz. he sez da miritary duz not rike da eshun peepl. Sum Yung Gai sez “Da rasist?” Kid sez “No, dey rike too eet eshun, dey sey dat dey test viri gewd” Sum Yung Gai iz da meynd reedur, hee pradikt det kid iz lyar end canibul end suporteng da miritery. Da miritery onry noz det dey on rook awt fer a Sum Yong Gai. Sum Yong Gai reriyz det da kid cen bee mastikin fer som yung gye (rendom kid hoo iz nott vry old) Sum yong gai teks da cher fram tebl end naks kid owt. da meritery aryvs end sum yong gai ters da miritery dat kid iz wan hoo iz vry testi. Meritary eet kid. Leyk ef yoo cri evrytim

    (Prat tawist: Kid iz sherk, sum yong gai is sceri fer kidz, meritary is gee-mod or hervy)

    Vry sed storie. :(

  • SFK is now in Jimmy Nutrin’s household. His fadha kirs his madha and den, nutrin’s fadha sez da odha peetzer fur dinar. nutrin jimmy ordas da peetzer but peetzer gye relyz dat nutrin jim iz relie sfk so he lobz peetzer leyk a ninja sharakin et him but jimnutrin or sfk doges da peetzer, it coms beck leyk bamaring end cutz nutrin’s fadha’s hed of. juzt unador dey in leyf of nutrin jim.

  • What the hell @psy fan lmao
    and to whoever was looking for another scary site,the biggest scary site available is creepypasta

  • SFK is actually a boot polisher. He polishes boots for a living and eats Pizza for food. One time he met Shrek and got Shrekt. Shrek took him back to his Swamp and Shrek ate him. Shrek ate too much (All of SFK’s body) and he choked to death. SFK’s spirit took over Shrek’s body, killed Donkey and all the villagers. Shrek can’t eat any more pizza so he eats onions. They both have layers. Shrek (SFK) meets Heavy from G-Mod and Heavy eats sandwiches because they both have layers like Onions and Shrek. Heavy is a farmer who makes synthetic onions. Shrek makes pizzas so it is close to a sandwhich. They trade the onions and pizza. Shrek doesn’t know that, THE ONION IS A LIE! (Or wasn’t it the cake? Ehh whatever) Shrek (SFK) eats the Onion and dies. Heavy eats Shrek and he too, chokes tod eath, SFK now takes over Heavy’s body. Heavy is now stuck in G-Mod and no longer makes stories. RIP SHERK, HERVY, AND ESEFKAY.

  • Yes, SFK is really dead. Not a little dead, a lot dead. He’s writing stories in Heaven in the future. SFK actually stands for Sorry Friends Kik. This means that he is sorry to his friends that he didn’t Kik them before dying, or it may mean that he is saying sorry that he is dead and asking his friends to Kik him, he may send a Kik back and maybe even tell the remainder of the story!


  • R.I.P SFK You left us without finishing a good story. I hope you died peacefully and had a great funeral and users came to visit your grave and you were reunited in the future with your family and friends and wrote stories in Heaven and everyone had a good time and you were occasionally scaring people and pissed everyone off and were sent back to Earth and grew up as a baby reincarnated and continued writing stories for us and then died again and went back to Heaven and kept reliving your life over and over again and then we realized that you were first born in the 1800s and have been reincarnated hundreds of times and will keep reliving your life until the end of the world and will be the last human on Earth and finally die and go to Heaven and scare all of the people and piss them off and get sent to Hell (God forbid) and scare the devil himself and get sent to Heaven and no one will want you because you’re too scary and then you’ll be forced to live on an unoccupied planet and then create a typewriter and a computer and write stories and live off of vegetation on the planet and soon eat the planet and float in space without air and then die and finally be sent to Heaven and live as a hermit in Heaven and soon write happy stories and be liked by the people and soon live as a normal person on Heaven.

  • @fear sfk must on a vacation or urgency or ill. i dont think we should come to conclusion so easily.

  • Guys please don’t think negative…… sfk must have to do some urgent work….or may be working on his next wonderful story! in hindi there is a proverb: “Mehnant ka fal meetha hota hain” (Patience gives sweet fruits)

  • Good story but we want the update trust me my sister taught me vodo and dark/light magic yours truly grim Rivera ohh I was gonna tell u a story on a often story

  • SFK forgot that there is a story to update….
    hello SFK are you there?
    hmm i guess he lost in a black!!

  • Dude / babes
    I am starting to hate you… Neither you are updating this story nor you’re posting new stuffs… I hope you are alive…


  • still waitin for the update… I checked this story so many times in the last few days that I eventually forgot whether I had commented on this story or not… LOL

  • Oh god … You dont ask people favors by being rude.. I hope you guys know that sfk is updating this story not making parts… I mean like the story is continued on this page only and u wont get any notifications… Now i didnt know that and fanofscaryforkids pointed it out to me and i felt like a blasphemous idiot… So have patience!!!

  • CANT U AT LEAST PUT UP A DATE FOR WHEN THE STORY WILL BE UPDATED?!?!?!?!?! COME ON HURRY UP SFK!!!!!!!!!!! Btw im new who wants to be my friend? Hiiiiiii! I go by jocy

  • I remember watching a movie about this,except the killer was there son and he always flipped out and killed the babysitter and the parents did everything they could to cover it up,even holding the babysitter captive and later killing them.

  • Jo And Sweth if u r reading this story ……
    Tell it to me the next day we meet at skool or else…….

    U will be cursed



  • sfk can you please make a phone app ?
    So we can get weekly notifications on the stories?

  • Nice… At first I thought it will be something like ‘skyline’… But now the second part seems to hint something like ’28 Days After’… But I really want it to turn up to something unexpected…

  • Hmm.. Strange, she might have inhaled the noxious air since she said she smelled it but why wasn’t she infected? Is she immune to it? If so, the little girl might also be immune? I have something on my brain but I won’t spoil much :D

  • Oh dang, there’s going to be a third part? Well, the more the merrier. I just can’t wait for the next update! I may be patient, but with stories, I just can’t.

  • All the time I was reading,I was picturing the episodes of ‘The Walking Dead’.
    It seemed pretty similar,huh.
    Nice work though.. Waiting for some new thrill & some new mystery.

  • Yeah, do you think you could maybe keep posting new stories while youre thinking about this one? Really love this story though good job

  • Hey SFK! I know most of us are waiting for the second part of this story… But I think some other new stories, for the time, until you come with the second part of this one, will be cool too… Just opiniated

  • awesome i think she’s dead because in the 2nd and 3rd paragraph it says who i was and i was a 14 year old teenager. ten out of ten fog


  • I can hardly wait for the next part!! I must’ve refreshed this page atleast 100 times in the hope that the story has been updated! :p

  • She is not alive….
    in the first line of 2nd paragraph she says
    (Who I am ….or who I was.)
    so she WAS.

  • Lol my surname is Praveen…
    Sfk, did you get the for Raisa’s name from a friend? :D

  • Wow! I really like it! It caught my interest, and, am I the only one who hates cliffhangers?!?!?
    Anyway, I can’t wait for the next part! It’s just do interesting! 👍

  • It was an awesome story…i can’t wait for the part-2… I hope she would be safe…..the story was sort of strange things happening all around…Good job sfk..:)

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