Just as the clock struck midnight, the village would appear. It appeared once a year, every February 28, and only for 1 hour at that. People who ventured in that village never made it out. It was nicknamed 'The Black Village' by the surrounding villages. Every year on that day, people, mainly reporters, from all over the world would come to visit it. They would watch in awe from a distance to see it appear without a warning and fade in just as fast.
Charlie was a typical guy in his mid-20s. He had a dream, to be the first person to enter the village and come out alive. So, on the 27th of February, he arrived at a neighboring village of The Black Village. He double-checked everything that he had brought, ensuring that nothing was missing. At 10 o'clock that night, he was waiting for the village to appear. By this time, many reporters were getting their equipment ready so that they could take a live shoot of the the village's magical appearance. There were also a few people who looked like scientist examining the ground, the sky, and everything else they could see. Not to forget, there were the tourists coming from all corners of the Earth to see this mystical village with their naked eyes.
Charlie's plan was simple. As it was forbidden for people to enter the village, he would just have to make a run for it. But looking at the situation now, he started to hesitate. He had no idea what to expect in the village, and he wasn't even sure if he could make it back out alive. Just then, the alarm on the watch on his hand started to ring, indicating that it was now the next day. And before his very eyes, the village started to appear, still hidden in the mist. You could only see the roofs of the houses clearly, and by the looks of them, the houses were built around the Medieval times. All around him, he heard people gasping in shock at the sight. Charlie wouldn't have believed it was possible if he wasn't watching it with his very own eyes. In fact, he wasn't even sure if he believed it now. The village was like a magnet to him, so beautiful, just waiting for him to begin his adventure. And he knew at once that he must explore the village before it was too late. Without warning, Charlie ran full speed towards the village. He heard people calling him back but he ignored them. They did not matter to him. All that mattered was him getting to the village. Plunging into the mist, he continued running, until all of a sudden the mist vanished and he came face to face to the village. He expected the place to be magical, to look like an old Medieval village at least. How wrong he was.
What greeted his eyes were terrifying. There whole place was filled with people, all of them looking like they were at the edge of their life. Some young, some old, all looking like they were the walking dead. And the buildings. His expectations had been so high. Houses made out of stone by state-of-the-art craftsmanship. Instead, the houses looked like they were just burnt down by a huge fire. It was only the roofs of the house that were intact. Everything else was ashes being scattered by the wind. The Black Village wasn't the fantasy that he longed to see. To him, it looked like the end of the world was less than 5 hours away. Suddenly, everyone started to drag themselves towards him.
It all happened so fast. One second he was looking at the village, next second he was surrounded by people who looked like zombies. And he knew that this was his end. He would either die or join them to become the next Micheal Jackson from Thriller. Only one thing to do. He fell to the ground and started crying for his mama. The villagers just looked at him with a blank look on their faces. Charlie closed his eyes and prayed to God that he would be able to fulfill his dream of making out of the village alive. Then he heard stomping. The villagers were stomping their feet together. Like soldiers going for war. And Charlie knew that it would be over soon. He had so many regrets but this was by far the biggest regret of his life. All of a sudden, a scream rang out from the crowd. Other villagers started to echo her screaming. Soon, the villagers started to scream in sync. The earth started to shake. It was like an earthquake was happening. Just as quickly as it came, everything stopped. All was quiet. Charlie slowly opened his eyes, and was amazed that he was all alone. Not only were the villagers gone, the whole village had disappeared as well. The mist was still there, but that was about it. Charlie got up slowly, not believing in what had just happened. Had one hour passed already? Looking at his watch, he saw that it had stopped working from the last time he had looked at it, which was before he ran into the mist. Trying to contain his joy on surviving, he ran faster than Usain Bolt into the the mist. After running for about 10 minutes, he was still surrounded by thick mist. That was strange. It had taken him less than 2 minutes to run through the mist the first time but now it was taking more than twice the time. he continued searching for a way out, only this time moving at a much slower pace. Still he could not find a place not covered in mist. He continued to search for a way out. But he knew in his heart that he would not be able to achieve his dream. He knew that he would never see sunlight again.
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