Freya opened her eyes and gasped. She was in a dark and dusty room. She had no idea where she was or how she got there. She felt a sharp pain in her arm. She looked down and saw blood dripping from a deep wound. She remembered the knife. The killer. The chase. She had escaped, but he had followed her. He had cornered her in an old house. He had stabbed her and left her to die. She had passed out from the shock and the blood loss.
She realized she was not dead yet. She had to get out of there. She had to find help. She had to survive. She looked around the room, hoping to find a way out. She saw a door, but it was locked. She saw a window, but it was too high. She saw a tool, but it was rusty. She felt hopeless. She felt helpless. She felt terrified.
She decided to try the window. Maybe she could break it and climb out. She grabbed the tool and smashed it against the glass. The window cracked, but it did not break. She tried again. And again. And again. Finally, the window shattered. She felt a surge of relief. She crawled to the broken window and jumped out.
She landed on the ground with a thud. She felt a jolt of pain in her body. She had bruises and cuts all over her. She ignored them. She got up and ran. She ran as fast as she could. She ran away from the house. She ran away from the killer. She ran away from death.
She stopped at a tree and leaned against it. She felt her heart pounding. It felt like it would burst out of her chest. She couldn't breathe. She felt the bile rise in her throat and spewed out a sour liquid. Her belly was hurting. She had never run so much in her life. She was glad no footsteps were following her.
She suddenly sensed someone was coming. No! No! This couldn't be happening! She felt paralyzed. She couldn't speak. She didn't want to make a sound. Suddenly, a voice asked, "What happened, lady?" She looked at him. It was Adrian. She cried and hugged him. "Please help me from the killer. I want to go home." Seeing her cry, Adrian felt worried. "Don't worry. I'm here. Where is your cottage?" "I don't want to go there. Please keep me in a safe place." She lost consciousness. Adrian thought she might have seen something terrible. He carried her and hurriedly went to his home.
Meanwhile, in the cottage, her siblings were worried. Luna cried, "Where is Freya? She's not picking up the phone." Luca said, "Maybe she's busy with mom. She loves her. She doesn't love us. That's why she's not contacting us." Cora said, "Shut up. What kind of brother are you? I'm going to look for her. Anyone want to go with me?" "Yes. I will." Axel said. Luna also joined them. Luca stayed in the cottage alone. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. He thought they might have found her. But it was the guide. "Sir, Miss Cora asked me to fix the light in the kitchen. That's why I'm here." "Ok," Luca said. The guide was fixing the light. Luca was standing there. Suddenly, the light went out. "Oh, shit!" The guide said. He added, "Sir, wait here. I'm going to check the generator." "Please, hurry!" Luca said.
After some time, Luca was getting anxious. Suddenly, someone whispered in his ear, "Sir!" "You came back, guide." "Are you sure I'm a guide?" Suddenly, he felt a cold hand on his shoulder. Something happened to him. The shadow possessed him. Meanwhile, the guide came back with a candle. "Sorry, sir. Maybe it's a load-shedding problem." The guide saw him sitting in a chair. "Sir!" No answer. He touched his shoulder. Luca looked at him. But it was not Luca. He was smiling creepily. He grabbed the guide's throat and lifted him in the air. Laughter echoed in the cottage.