Madeline stayed still in the coffin. According to Calhoun, she had slept here years ago, and even though it was still able to accommodate her, it wasn't enough for her to comfortably move her hands and legs. She stared into the darkness that had not a single sign of light. It was her idea to walk through the same path when she was a little girl, but she couldn't stop her heart beating loudly in her chest.
Her ability of sight had been taken away, and she was all alone in here. Placing her hand on the ceiling of the coffin she was in, Madeline huffed for air to breathe when she heard voices in her head that were mixed along with screams that belonged to a small girl.
Madeline didn't know what happened next as she felt fog filling up in the coffin where she was lying down. The darkness had started to disappear, which was why she was able to see the fog. One moment she was in the coffin and the next, she stood back in her grandparent's house.
