#foggynights

[osapixi]

W4 . . #neighborhood #subjectivelyobjective #waldviertel #windowporn #lanterns #midnightdreammag #foggynight #streetvibes #gfx50sii #fujilovers #orange #oftheafternoon #hurtlamb #allcitiesarebeautiful #archivecollectivemag #urbanandstreet #heyfsc #fivesixmag #banalography #nowherediary #ig_onstandby #foggy #cityview #minimalzine #theheavycollective #aintbadmagazine #noicemag #lekkerzine #artofvisual #phroom https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm68kjjoJOJ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[brk43ver]

Is it summer yet?

[zirosou]

Chasing Dragons #hongkong #discoverhongkong #nightshooters #victoriaharbour #foggynight #ファインダー越しの私の世界 #香港 (Hong Kong) https://www.instagram.com/p/ComiRPCJaOS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[digigraphs]

To brighten up a gloomy lazy Saturday. Foggy nights at the gap are always fun, specially when you can still see the skyline. Shot on #Canon R5 + EF 16-35 f/2.8 ii at both ends! (Photo no. 2 at 16mm and no.3 and its cropped version, no. 1, at 35mm), 30sec at f/5.0, ISO 100. On #Manfrotto 190XPro3 #Canoncanada #shotoncanon #canonr5 #toronto #etobicoke #humberbay #night #nightphotography #urban #fog #foggy #foggynight #torontoskyline #torontonights #longexposure #longexposure_shots #longexpoelite #longexpo #streetsoftoronto #shareyourweather #yourshotphotographer #cbcyourgta (at Humber Bay) https://www.instagram.com/p/CltjXY3u2JK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[harmonyhealinghub]

The Clock Tower Whispers Shaina Tranquilino October 18, 2024

The town of Grimley had always been quiet — too quiet, some would say. Nestled between dark forests and fog-choked hills, it had an eerie stillness that kept visitors from staying too long. But it wasn’t the town’s isolation that unnerved people. It was the clock tower.

The clock tower stood at the heart of Grimley, looming over the town square like a silent sentinel. No one could remember when it had been built or who had constructed it. The tower’s hands were frozen at midnight, and its bell had not rung for decades. Yet, despite its disuse, every night at exactly midnight, whispers began.

They were faint at first, like the rustling of wind through dead leaves. But as the minutes ticked by, the whispers grew louder, more insistent. They seemed to slither through the air, slipping under doors and seeping through walls. Some swore they could hear their own names woven into the hissing sounds. Others said the voices begged for something, though no one could decipher what.

No one dared investigate the source. The few who had ventured close to the clock tower at midnight returned pale and trembling, unwilling to speak of what they had heard. The whispers clung to them like a sickness. Soon after, those brave souls left Grimley and never returned.

For years, the whispers were ignored, a strange curse that the townsfolk had learned to live with. But that changed when young Alaira, a curious and stubborn girl of sixteen, decided she couldn’t take it anymore.

Alaira had grown up with the whispers, her sleep disturbed by the disembodied voices that called out in the night. Her mother had always warned her to stay away from the clock tower, to ignore the sounds, but Alaira's curiosity gnawed at her. What was inside the tower? What was causing the whispers?

One cold October night, as the fog rolled in thick from the forest, Alaira made her decision. She would find out.

Armed with only a lantern and the courage of her youthful defiance, Alaira slipped out of her house just before midnight. The streets were deserted, as they always were at this time. The townsfolk had long learned to lock themselves inside once the sun set, as if the darkness itself carried danger.

As she approached the clock tower, the whispers began. At first, they were distant, as though they were still far off, coming from some unreachable void. But with each step closer, they sharpened, voices overlapping, tangled, forming incomprehensible phrases.

Alaira... one voice seemed to say, though she wasn’t sure if it was truly her name or her imagination twisting the sounds.

She hesitated at the base of the tower, gazing up at its crumbling stone walls. The moonlight barely illuminated the clock face, its hands still frozen at twelve. Her heart raced. There was no turning back now.

The door to the tower creaked as she pushed it open, revealing a spiraling staircase that wound its way upward into the darkness. Her lantern cast long shadows on the walls as she ascended, the whispers growing louder, more urgent.

Halfway up the stairs, Alaira felt a cold breath against her neck. She whipped around, but there was nothing there. The whispers coiled around her, wrapping her in a suffocating embrace.

Help us… they pleaded. Set us free…

At the top of the stairs, she found the clock’s inner workings. Dust coated the gears and cogs, which had long since ceased to turn. The room was empty, save for the massive bell hanging overhead. But something was wrong. The air was thick, oppressive. It was as though the walls themselves were alive, pulsating with the energy of countless unseen eyes watching her.

And then she saw it — a crack in the wall, narrow but deep, like a wound in the tower itself. From the crack, the whispers flowed, seeping into the room, filling her ears until she thought she might scream.

She stepped closer, her lantern shaking in her trembling hand. As she peered into the crack, she saw movement. Shadows twisted and writhed inside, faces barely discernible, mouths open in silent screams. The voices were coming from them.

The realization hit her like a blow. The whispers weren’t just echoes or the wind playing tricks. They were the voices of the trapped — souls imprisoned within the tower’s walls.

Suddenly, the clock struck midnight. The frozen hands of the clock lurched forward with a terrible groan, and the bell above her began to toll, each strike reverberating through the room, shaking the tower’s foundation.

The crack in the wall widened, and the shadows inside surged forward, reaching out with inky, claw-like hands. Alaira stumbled back, dropping her lantern, the flame snuffing out as it hit the floor. She was plunged into darkness.

The whispers became a cacophony, a chorus of tortured souls crying out for release. "Join us…", they wailed. "We have waited so long…"

Cold fingers brushed against her skin, pulling her toward the crack. She tried to scream, but no sound escaped her throat. The shadows wrapped around her, dragging her closer, their touch freezing her to the bone.

In a final moment of terror, Alaira realized the truth. The tower didn’t just hold the souls of the dead. It fed on them, trapping them in an endless cycle of torment. And now, it wanted her.

As the darkness swallowed her whole, the clock struck its final chime, and the whispers fell silent.

In the morning, when the townsfolk ventured outside, they found the clock tower unchanged, its hands once again frozen at midnight. But Alaira was gone, leaving no trace behind.

And that night, as the fog rolled in once more, the whispers began again.

But this time, there was a new voice among them.

Alaira...

[ang1331]

[lyrinami]

Lamplit Enigma

Checkpoint: Jib Mix Realistic XL-v14.0 Crystal Clarity

web-ui: stable-diffusion-webui (AUTOMATIC1111) ComfyUI

Other: Photoshop

[spacecityexposures]

Foggy night on the Woodlands Waterway • • • • • #thewoodlandstx #thewoodlandswaterway #thewoodlands #blackandwhitefilm #foggynight #35mmfilm #35mmphotography #35mm #analogphotography #shootmorefilm #filmisnotdead #keepfilmalive #developathome #Leica #LeicaM #LeicaM6 #LeicaPhotography #rangefinderphotography #lhsa #LeicaFotografieInternational #SpaceCityExposures https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp5N4WzOksD/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[pianojoesworld]

#closeupphotography #foggynight #cryslerbuildingspire https://www.instagram.com/p/CoQ2LJjrg-v/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[greenjaydeep]

#wintervibes #foggynight #foggy #fog #saltlakecity #motog825gshot (at Salt Lake City, West Bengal, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoNhzo7PvDV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[photographer-bruce]

Cyber Shanghai . . . . #cyberpunk #cyber #nightcity #nightphotography #nightout #nightimages #nightlife #nightshooters #nightlights #nightview #foggy #foggyweather #foggynight #skyline #shanghai #shanghaicity #china #chinatrip #chinatrips #上海 #上海旅行 #thatsshanghai #insshanghai #darkmobs #photokilik #trips #travel #travelgram #instatravel #asia （在 The Bund,shanghai） https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn3Y-LTSNPb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jgrozny]

Last Monday’s foggy night. #FoggyNight #Lahore (at Lahore, Pakistan) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmeUnYNMg3H/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[lesliesessums]

Dreary night downtown . . . . . #dreary #drearynight #foggy #foggynight #downtown #nightlights #night #dark #christmaslights #city #cityscape #citylights #sessumsphotography #texaswomenphotographers⭕️ #womensphotographycircle⭕️ #wpcteam⭕️ #dallastexas #dallaslife #downtowndallas #citylove #cityviews #cityvibes #cityphoto #moody #darkandmoody #cityatnight #weather #dfw #igtexas #foggyweather (at Dallas, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmAhG-HrSS_/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[djangopiano]

My housing plan is to let people live in reflections. #skyscrapers #thelake #reflection #centralpark #nyc #foggynight #housing #housingmarket #myplan #carlkissin #kissinimprov https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl5e7H2OGeC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[poppiesdigitallyinbloom]

#foggynight #foggyweather #lastnight #fotos_ruas_do_barreiro_pt #fotos_do_barreiro_🇵🇹 #fotos_com_o_celular #fotos #barreiro #barreiroportugal #barreiro_portugal https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl3zHh3sFRa/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=