My entire town has attempted to win the Silent Hill look-a-like contest.  I just left my girlfriend's house and was headed to my friend Russ' when I ran into the nastiest fog bank I've ever experienced.  Maintaining my lane was difficult enough much less seeing across the street.  Cars became Will-o-Wisps: disembodied lights with nothing attached floating sinisterly down the street.

The only thing that got me to Russ' house was my instinctive knowledge of the streets between where I was and where I wanted to go.  You couldn't see street signs, couldn't see street lights until you were about 50 feet away, and the only way I could even see where the street to turn into his neighborhood was was by watching for the break in the middle lane.

Needless to say the only thing that would have made this night creepier was if I had Faithless' Insomnia playing on my car stereo as I drove.  Friggin' spine tingling out there.