The truck drove through a dark, gloomy forest. The black van that had been chasing us disappeared into the ghostly mist behind.
Ben was at the wheel.
"Finally, we're safe," I exhaled with relief.
"Actually… she's always watching us," Ben said, glancing at me casually. "She's controlling us. Right now."
I looked at him tensely.
"What are you talking about, Ben?"
"Grab the folder from the glove compartment."
I pulled out the yellow folder.
"Open it."
I opened it and shivered. A chill ran through me from head to toe.
Inside the folder was a photo of a woman with a pale, grim face and long dark hair, dressed in a white gown. Her eyes glared at me with pure hatred.
"That's it. It's begun. Now the truck is going wherever she wants — her lair."
The sound of the engine changed. Ben's hands and legs were no longer his own. They steered the truck toward a terrifying, dark place.
I placed the open folder where he could see it. I had no strength to close it. The photo guided us into another, otherworldly place.
When we stopped, there was no house around. An old pipeline lay among the trees. From it emerged a figure with dark hair, in a white dress, her face grim. Her gaze seared me with hatred. In her hand, she held a long knife.
Ben and I walked toward her on legs that felt frozen.
"Don, get ready to face her," Ben said. An unexpected joy laced his voice.
I turned my head, my neck numb with fear, to look at him. He was smiling — a maniacal joy on his face.
"She's killed 953 people. You'll be the 954th, Don," Ben announced. "Go to your fate."
Only then did I see the dead bodies scattered across the ground. Some had already turned into skeletons.
For a second, the paralysis left my legs, and I ran. I took a few steps, then a pale hand of one undead grabbed my leg, and I fell. I realized it wasn't just undead — it was something far worse. Another figure with dark hair, in a white dress, with a knife in hand, rose above me.
Then another. And another. About a dozen female, horrifying figures with knives stood watching me. Ben's chilling laughter echoed around.
"Forgot to mention… she's not alone. There's a whole cult. And they've come for you."
Amid Ben's chilling laughter, the figures stepped toward me. Long knives raised and plunged into me.