Thank A Short Story- The dancing fog. (Supernatural Thriller)

The Dancing Fog

My back is pressed firmly against the hard wet wall. I'm frozen, not from the bitter cold, but from fear. I saw it. Even though the rain I saw it, and it is not my imagination. 10 minutes ago I watched Rebecca get on the bus, and it has been following me ever since, ducking in and out of the shadows. He is trying to hide, but I keep   catching him out the corner of my eye. I say him, but I don't know what gender it is. 

It looks sexless and without shape. Well, it has shape...obviously...but not normal. Like a melted candle.

Fuck...fuck...fuck....what the hell is it?

I'm rubbing my eyes, trying to stay focused. I'm not wasted, and for once I'm clean of any narcotics and I've slept. It's not me or my imagination. No, it is definitely there.

I edge to the corner of the wall, and after taking a deep breath and crossing my chest, I gently take a look.

"Surprise!"

"Fucking hell George. What is wrong with you....Twat!" I am breathless and scared out of my wits. George was a friend of mine, just come out of the pub by the looks of it.

"Charming!"

"How did you do that?" I was looking for some kind of torch or something.

"Do what?" He is laughing, obviously pissed.

"Create that shape?"

"You been smoking shit, didn't think you were allowed anymore. Nice one."

"No I haven't." He is still laughing, mind you hardly surprising. I probably would have done if I had seen my distressed face.

Holy shit.....it was there again the shape, a grey blob of fog sloping across the floor and around where George was stood. It quickly slithered off.

"Did you see that?"

"What? What shit have you taken Jimmy?"

"I haven't had anything."

"Right Jimmy, you're coming to Darcie's with me."

"A club? Nah, a club is definitely not where I want to be. No you go, I'm going home."

He shakes his head as he walks across the road shouting about how boring I am. He is now stood in the middle of the road, his arms stretched apart, and as he walks backwards he shouts to me. 'C'mon, you are only going to be sat at home tripping your nuts off.' 

I ignore him as once again I see the dancing fog. This time it is circling around a couple who are kissing under a street light. I notice the light doesn't alter the shade of fog at all, still grey and thick. Again it quickly slithers off.

A bus comes flying down the street and in the windows the fog is there, draping around the passengers. It is not slowing down. I can see the look of fear on the drivers face as if he cannot brake.

I shout to George who is still on the road. I am shouting as loud as I can for him to move, but the bus flies straight at him, wedging him between a shop front. The couple who were kissing were crushed under the bus.

What the hell is happening? This is all too surreal. 

I stand here with my hands on head, shaking like a leaf. I see something flicker and I look up. The lamppost in front of me is flickering and the thick grey fog is once again dancing around it. 

I can hear the most deafening noise as it starts to fall straight at me. I am numb and I can't move. 

Holy shit...it is death and it is coming straight for me.