The legend goes like this…
Since the residents of Arbor Isle, Maine can remember, people have died when the fog rolls in. Some say the land didn't want the colonizers, so it sends the fog as an agent of vengeance. Some say the Devil himself lurks in the woods, and turns into the fog in order to corrupt the innocent and take their souls. Others believe the fog simply drives people mad, causing them to enact violence onto each other and onto themselves.
There is one element of the tale that remains the same in every telling: those who lose their lives to the fog are guilty of wronging another without confessing to it. Those who admit to having caused harm walk in the fog untouched, while those who refuse are punished for it.
At least that's what that one ghost hunting television show that came through to film a couple of years ago said, but their episode on your hometown was really boring. They went running around the woods at night spooking each other and trying to exorcise ghosts, except those ghosts were really just some kids from your school who went out to mess with the crew. Rex Keller and his friends followed the suckers and hid in the bushes, making weird noises and drawing symbols in the dirt until they got sick of it and went home. The ghost hunters determined that they had released the poor souls of the damned, and that was that. They got another happy ending for their show.
Except Rex Keller died six months ago. Not all tragedies are ghost stories, though.