Skulls In The Fog

A couple of years ago, my friend Chris and I were parked in a neighborhood parking lot, listening to music and having a very normal conversation during what seemed to be a very normal night. It was about 1:30 or 2:00 in the morning. We were listening to music and enjoying each other’s company in his car when he interrupted our conversation and said, "Oh, now THAT is weird."

He was staring at my window. I was sitting in the passenger side, and it was mid-December in Virginia so it was pretty cold outside. Our windows were predominantly fogged because of how warm the inside of the car was. I turned towards my window and didn’t see anything. I was trying to see outside of the window.

"What is it?" I asked.

He said, "Look at your window. It looks like there’s an imprint of a skull. It’s sideways."

And sure enough, in the dead center of the window, there was a sideways skull, about normal size. It did not look angry, but it was slightly detailed. It looked almost as though an artist had drawn it onto the window. I instantly became terrified. I covered my face and screamed, "PLEASE wipe that off of my window!"

I moved closer to Chris and he used the jacket of his sleeve to wipe it off. He then rolled down the window and the window was clear of fog. Needless to say we were both a little freaked out. He rolled the window back up and we resumed our conversation. A few moments later, I remembered the skull and brought it up. "That skull thing was pretty weird," I said, getting frightened just thinking about it.

"Then don’t look at your window again."

Anxiety kinda took over me. My window had fogged up again, but I couldn’t help but look to my right. I thought he was joking. There on my window was a skull, it was also sideways, but this one was bigger, almost taking up the entire window. It was angry...its teeth had so much detail, it looked as though there were cracks in the teeth. The mouth of the skull spread towards the back of the window making what seemed like an enormous menacing smile. There were drips from the condensation which added to the effect; it was like blood was dripping from its mouth. I instantly had a anxiety attack.

I started screaming. I said, "Let me out of this car!" And he got out of his side and I jumped over his seat because I didn’t want to get out of my side of the car. He walked me home from there.

I started seeing skulls everywhere after that for a few months.

Submitted by Gabrielle Johnson, VA, USA