All the Fiends of Hell

by Adam L.G. Nevill

So accustomed was he becoming to the curious luminance, he’d almost stopped noticing the change. Low cloud continued to blanket the entire sky, the sun hidden. There wasn’t a breath of wind to move the clouds. And yet the daylight beneath the cloud cover made all that it revealed starker. No sound carried.

Like open but sightless eyes, darkened doorways confronted empty streets.

But the stillness following the violence suggested the prelude to further chaos. His heart and rapid wheezing occupied his ears.

Vestigial yet sinuous, the thing was moving along the face of the neighbouring house. Pressed to the charred stone, it brought into his mind the image of a crab picking its way over a reef. What thrust out from the misted rags possessed the dimensions of a large serpent, some form of neck or trunk that he’d glimpsed before when fleeing the village.

Very "The Mist" like

When the dreadful and bewildering soundtrack of violence ceased, an eerie quiet imposed a grip on the obscured landscape.

Bob’s wolfish smirk didn’t flicker but his eyes hardened, then lowered to stare at Karl’s hand. Karl released Bob’s arm and he let go of Hayley and stepped away, grinning.

Bob is super creepy

The hotel was crowded and yet his group was alone here.

This part is scary

Cradling his arm, he hung his head like a supplicant before the shrine of these new gods of the earth.