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Black Fog

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…)

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  • It feels like a century since it got posted here… I still remember checking the site every week to see if there were any updates… It’s just sad that this website is no longer regularly updated like it used to be in 2015!

  • It’s 2018, I’m 23 now. You have added new stories, changed the look of the website completely but you still haven’t updated this story!! Why SFK? WHY? WHY do you hate us so much??

  • Update it. PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m dying!! i found this other black fog story by Alex Sorrow. I did not write any of this!

    Everything, all of this chaos and madness, all began with the Black Fog.

    It was just an ordinary day when the news reported a strange phenomenon, a wispy black cloud of fog, steadily making its way toward the west coast of the country from over the ocean. Nobody really cared at first, as you’d expect. It wasn’t hurting anyone, except maybe the sailors and planes flying over the ocean, but life for everyone else continued as normal. Whenever the news would talk about what we now know as “The Black Fog”, people would nod, show mild interest, say something like “Oh yeah, that’s interesting,” and be done with it.

    Until the Black Fog hit the west coast.

    Cities on the seaside were the first to be hit and covered with the Black Fog. The news went crazy, every station frantically pointing their cameras at the Fog to capture footage of the unique event. Personally, it always looked like a thick cloud of smoke to me instead of a city covered in fog. The news said that nobody from the “outside world” could contact anybody in the Fog. A nation-wide panic was beginning, and it grew fast. People who had previously disregarded the Black Fog now looked for ways to leave the country as the news reported that the Black Fog was still heading east as though determined to devour the entire country.

    With mass hysteria of this magnitude, it can safely be assumed that plenty of doomsday prophets came forward with “explanations” about the Fog’s origin. It quickly became obvious to me that these “prophets of the apocalypse” were nothing more than crazies who walked into the news stations from off the street. Nearly every scenario imaginable was told as a reason for the Black Fog’s existence: God’s wrath on humanity, the apocalypse, aliens seeking a safe place to land their spacecraft, the Black Fog was simple fog mixed with pollutants in the air, it was a publicity stunt for a new movie, it was the government using the Fog for some purpose, Cthulhu was rising… We heard everything, but none of the theories seemed to make sense.

    There was a few more days of chaotic news reports, and then the Black Fog came to my town.

    I was walking home that fateful afternoon, turning a streetcorner to see my 2-story home come into view down the street. Cars breezed past me at a steady pace. Coming toward me down the sidewalk was a mother pushing a baby stroller with an enthusiastic little boy running ahead of her, cheerfully telling his mommy to hurry up. The grass was bright green in the warm summer atmosphere, and there were only a few white clouds in the sky to distract from the wild blue yonder above. A red car, the sides splattered with a thick mud, raced past me. The bright yellow orb in the sky beamed down on the world, covering us in sunlight. If there’s anything I remember from that day, it was the colors.

    Suddenly, out of nowhere, a dark giant stood up over the horizon and loomed over the city, blotting out the sun. Cars stopped in the middle of the road, leading other cars to crash into them. People began to scream. Some hysterical woman wailed, “It’s here!” as I looked up at the Black Fog blotting out the sky. It swept over the city quickly, shrouding me in a cave of blackness. I stumbled through the Fog, unable to even see my own two hands in front of me. The world around me looked as though it were covered in smoke, but I could breathe in it normally. I heard people screaming, the sound frightfully clear. There was the screeching of tires as cars stopped and the crunching of metal as other cars crashed into each other.

    In my mind, I could picture the street as it had been before the Fog hit. My house was a few yards down across the street. If I could find my way inside, I could wait the Fog out and see if it would disappear and leave the city.

    I began walking toward my house uneasily, still hearing people cry out for help. It was as though I had become blind. I took my steps with care, and tripped over a blunt object when I was halfway across the street. I climbed to my feet with my sense of direction disoriented. How close to my house was I? I just gave it my best guess and made my way forward. I had to walk around a parked car and, after tripping over the curb and falling onto the sidewalk on the other side of the road, my shoes felt grass beneath them. I wasn’t entirely sure if it was my yard.

    I worked my way to the front door of the house, and sighed in relief when I realized it was mine. I hurried inside, quickly closing the door behind me. The Fog hadn’t gotten in my house, which I was thankful for. Only a little of it got in when I opened the door, but I could still see. The windows displayed nothing but black. It was as though I was standing in my house at night. A starless, moonless night.

    I sat down, took a few deep breaths to calm myself, turned on the TV, and began to watch the news. If anything was being done about the Black Fog, surely they would have reported it. The news anchors were calm, but to my dismay, they had nothing to report. They said the Black Fog was “perfectly natural” and “explainable”. They said that the entire nation was being covered at an unbelievably quick rate, and the President had been evacuated for his own safety.

    I changed the channel right there, cutting off a blonde newswoman mid-sentence.

    On the new channel, they weren’t calling the Fog “natural”. They weren’t talking about the President. They weren’t pretending this wasn’t a national emergency. Instead, they were panicking. People who looked like normal civilians ran around the station in a frenzy while the camera’s view rested on a guy sitting behind the newsdesk, sitting in the middle of all the chaos. He stammered as he spoke, trying to maintain order somehow.

    “…there were no reports of, ah, rescues from any seaside city… nor did the Black Fog show any sign of receding…” the guy was saying. As I watched, he managed to stop one of the frightened civilians and asked him to say a few things for the camera.

    “H-hi…m-my name is A-Adam,” Adam began, breathing heavily, “That shit out there is crazy, man, like… like it ain’t fog. It’s something else.”

    Adam wiped off his sweaty forehead and cleared his throat, “We heard rumors that you can see in the Black Fog if you have a flashlight or fire… we sent a guy out into the Fog with one of those bigass flashlights… he hasn’t came back yet…”

    I remained in my living room, in complete disbelief that this was happening. I barely registered anything the news said, not that it said much. The only thing they could talk about was the Black Fog, and because nobody knew anything about it, there wasn’t much to say.

    I couldn’t tell if it was day or night outside, so I tried to sleep according to the clocks in my house. I slept on the hardwood floor in the living room, too weary and afraid to climb upstairs to my bedroom. When I woke up, I immediately turned the TV on again. Inside the news station, there were sleeping people mixed with people standing off-camera who were in rapid discussion about what to do. It was as though they had forgotten the camera was on.

    I decided to wait and see if they were going to give any piece of news that was worthwhile, and went into the kitchen to fix myself something to eat. Fortunately, I had made a trip to the grocery store the day before it all started. Despite this, my appetite still wavered when I looked at the food. The Black Fog didn’t feel real to me… almost like some kind of demented nightmare, but it still hurt to think about.

    I returned to the living room without eating anything, and sat down on the couch and stared at the TV. After staring at the screen and listening to the people in the news station talk for an hour, I groaned. Survival was boring.

    I turned my head to the living room window, and examined it from where I sat curiously. I think Adam had said something about being able to see in the Black Fog with…

    I jumped off the couch and stumbled over to the hall closet. After shuffling through coats and other miscellaneous things, I found a flashlight. Clicking it on, I sighed in relief when a bright beam of light shot out, the first light I’d seen since it all started.

    I pointed the flashlight toward the living room window, and froze when I saw a face outside.

    There was a man standing outside the window with his thin nose barely touching the glass. His face was horrible, yet I couldn’t look away. The skin hung loosely on him, making him look like an old man. He had long silver hair on his head, a few strands of which were dangling limply over that face, but also huge bald patches. The worst part about the man was that he was smiling at me. He had a wide, toothy grin, but his eyes had black irises and white pupils. Near the bottom of the window, I could see that he was wearing a torn-up white shirt, but his smile hypnotized me. His eyes burned into mine. There was no color to the man at all, even the thin cuts on the sides of his face were an inky black. He was nearly completely unmoving, only moving the slightest bit as he breathed. The light from the flashlight didn’t seem to affect him at all.

    I moved closer to the window and rapped my fist on the glass, but the Colorless Man only stared.

    I turned the flashlight off, and the man disappeared in the Fog. I turned the light back on, and he was visible again. Adam was right, it was possible to see in the Black Fog with a flashlight. I was intrigued by the Colorless Man, but also very frightened. How long had he been outside my window? A shiver ran down my back when I realized that he could have been watching me sleep.

    I was unnerved by his endless staring and amused smile. As much as I wanted to watch the news in the living room, I instead found excuses to stay out. I found myself looking through the same pantry in my kitchen for almost half an hour. Soon after I found myself sitting alone in a chair in my room upstairs, quietly thinking about when the Fog would lift.

    But I couldn’t stay out of the living room forever, and I eventually went back. The first thing I did was flash the light at the window to see if the Colorless Man was still there. He was, and didn’t seem to have moved at all since I had first realized he was there. Unsettled, I turned off the flashlight to conserve the batteries (but also so I wouldn’t have to look at him), made myself comfortable on the couch, and turned my attention to the news where Adam was talking.

    “…things in the Black Fog are everywhere,” he was saying, “Because the Fog is probably covering the whole world by now. Stay vigilant, a miracle has to happen soon…”

    It seemed that I wasn’t the only one who had detected the presence of the things in the Fog. Adam delivered reports of mutilated bodies found in the streets with their eyes in their mouths and their teeth in their eyesockets. More of the news station survivors chimed in behind him with more information, and told of strange thumps outside safe shelters where people were holed up, waiting for it to end. There was no denying it, something unnatural was in the Black Fog, maybe something beyond the Colorless Man outside my window.

    I decided to sleep upstairs in my bedroom that night. I shined the flashlight at the window before trudging upstairs to see if the Colorless Man had left. He was still there; only his eyes had moved to follow me. Once I had gotten upstairs, I placed the flashlight under my pillow, kneeled next to my bed and did something that I hadn’t done for a long, long time.

    I prayed.

    That night, I dreamed that the light had returned to the world. Families walked down sidewalks, children shouted to each other as they played. The grass was a dark green and the sky burned blue. The wind was crisp, gently caressing my cheek as it passed by. I looked around in wonder, and then noticed somebody standing behind me. I whirled around to see the Colorless Man standing there with that same grin on his face, only this time there was no glass separating us.

    I woke up sweating. The first thing I saw was my bedroom window. Out of curiosity, I took the flashlight from under my pillow and pointed it at the window, my thumb flicking the switch on.

    I don’t know what I was expecting to be there… I was probably thinking that the Colorless Man would somehow be outside my 2nd-floor bedroom. Something was out there, but it wasn’t him.

    This time it was a woman with pale skin and long black hair. She looked younger than the Colorless Man, probably in her 20’s, but she still had the same crooked grin, the same vacant eyes, and the same unsettling stare. She was also completely drained of color as well. I immediately fell off my bed and screamed as the Colorless Woman stared on. I crawled to my feet and slammed my bedroom door closed as I hurried out into the hallway.

    As soon as it had shut, I noticed another window in the hallway. I flashed the light at it, and gasped when a fat Colorless Man came into the light, grinning as though laughing at a private joke. I didn’t know what to do. Total panic seized me, causing me to flee from the unseen eyes in the Black Fog.

    I shined the flashlight at every window I came across. I found another Colorless Woman in the guest room window and a thin Colorless Man looking into the upstairs bathroom before I managed to reach the stairs. I practically flew down them, and dived into the kitchen where I ducked under the table and tried to catch my breath. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the kitchen window. As much as I didn’t want to know if one of them was there, I still flashed the light at the window.

    This one was the worst one yet. He resembled a wolf with a wide snout, shaggy black fur and pointed ears, and he stared at me with wide, hungry, pupilless white eyes. For a crazy moment, I thought it must have been a wolf skull or mask, but then a thick dog tongue slid out of his mouth and licked his chops as he continued to gaze at me.

    There was a Colorless Person at every window in my house, I realized. I stumbled out of the kitchen to get away from the starving eyes of the Colorless Wolf, and found myself standing in the living room. I flicked the flashlight on, and pointed it at the window to see that the Colorless Man was still there, patiently waiting. As I stared, his grin widened and revealed fangs like razors in the back of his mouth. His eyes flashed red, the first color I’d seen since the Black Fog had arrived.

    And then the flashlight died, leaving me alone in the dark.

    As I stood there, blinking in the utter blackness that surrounded me and pressed in from all sides, something began tapping on the living room window. As if in response, the Colorless People began tapping on every window in the house. The sound was maddening, completely in unison and growing louder, more frequent as every second crept past.

    And I’ve been listening to them ever since. All of them, just tapping on the windows. The sound never leaves, never stops, never pauses. Listening to that endless noise… I just know that it’s tearing my mental state in half. I don’t know how much longer I can take this.

    I just heard a window break.

    I hope to God it isn’t the Wolf.

  • Hey it’s been 3 years and I’m 13 now :) you can find my comment when I was 11 and I was fucking cringey lmao. But hey. Update ffs

  • why isnt it completed yet its 3 years and by the way at last a person in sfks story from india why dont you publish indian ghost stories and myths we have a lot of them and fan of scary of kids patience is sabar mehnat is hardwork

  • 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:-(

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