The van comes to a harsh stop, making me slide back from the force. I crash back into Clyde, who catches me. I sit up, as the doors to the van swing open. Jeff stands there looking between Clyde and I. A brow raised.

"So.. He was the one you were so scared for?" His eyes squint, a mixture of hurt and mock. Clyde looks away from Jeff, down at the floor of the van somewhere else.

"I told you, you'd hate me." I murmur back, looking away as well.

"Look.. I'm sorry, Jeff. Just don't be mad at your sister, alright?" Clyde looks over at him, almost defeated looking. I push myself up, trying to exit the back of the van. Clyde rushes up, trying to help me.

"Of all people, though, Aunna? Really.. You just had to fall for the bully?" He sighs out. I try to hide my smile, looking away from the two in front of me.

"Would you shut up now, please?" The others chuckle beside me, me realizing I was still holding onto the sack of money. I tossed it to Jeff, causing him to start looking in it in curiosity.

"Go, give that to dad. Looks like we're moving again." His head whips up at me after he peeks inside, causing Clyde to look between us almost frightfully.

"Where the hell did you get all of this?!" Clyde leans over, trying to look in, staring at me in shock after he does so.

"From everything. Stealing it, saving it, betting it." I shrug, as the other two share a look.

"Dude, your sister is fucking awesome." Jeff smiles, turning back at me as I smile between the two.

"Yeah, she is." My smile slowly drops, my eyes diverting past the boys in front of me.

"It's time you saw what happen, to the Creed's." My head slowly turned to the side, hearing the voice I've been hearing so often. My eyes trailing up and down the guy that was beside me in a blink of an eye. I stiffen seeing a man standing beside me that wasn't there before. He was tall and skinny, wearing short red shorts, a plain grey shirt and sweatshirt. His skin pale and deathly looking. My eyes trailed to the side of his head, seeing nearly half his head was caved in and split open. Brain spewing out. He looked over at me, slowly walking towards the house. I watched him walking, slowly trailing behind him. We walked past between the boys, leaving them there in question, ignoring their calls and my senses leaving me.

"What's the point in seeing it all now? It's over." He shook his head, as we made our way up the stairs.

"It's not over. It's never over as long as the creature still lays dormant. You were lucky, you kept your family, most of it anyways. You even saved your boyfriend. But for most people, like Louis Creed, they aren't so lucky."

"Lucky? You call that lucky?! Sure we survived but just barely! Look at my leg!" I yelled at him, unaware of the two boys standing in the doorway watching, glancing back and forth to each other.

"Incredibly lucky, actually. Just ask Creed." He pointed towards the kitchen. I stiffened, looking in the direction, knowing he meant to go to the closet. My throat felt dry, and my heart started pounding at the very thought. I looked back at the guy again, slowly walking towards the door to the kitchen. I slowly pushed opened the door, meeting that horrible stench as I had last time I was here.

"Do you even know the full story of how the Creed family died? It all started with their daughter's cat, Church. He was killed, run over by a driver. The neighbor at the time, who was familiar with the burial grounds, had shown Louis. Louis buried the cat, for his daughter. And a short while later, the cat came back.."

"Like Zowie." I whispered in conclusion, he nodded his head slowly. He made his way further into the kitchen, looking off somewhere, causing me to do the same.

"The little boy, Gage, he died a while after the cat came back. He was hit by a speeding truck, just on that road there." He pointed off somewhere, making me think it was a section of the road somewhere outside. I gasp, seeing something take place around me. I stood in the middle of the road, ignoring that fact as I see a little boy in the middle just ahead of me. My instincts being drown to that factor instead.

"No, get out of the way!" I tried moving for the kid, but found myself stuck in place. I heard more yelling somewhere else, turning to see a man running towards the boy at top speed. I looked ahead, seeing a truck flying at us full speed. There was no choice of the guy getting to us in time, or the truck slowing down.

 I screamed, throwing my arms up as the truck makes contact with the boy, continuing to barrel it's way towards me.

   I breathed out, pulling my arms away in surprise, hearing the cries of the father fade out with the nightmarish vision. I looked at the guy with tears in my eyes.

"That was Gage?" He nodded pointing back out the door we came from. I turned, looking completely past the two that had followed me and still continued to observe me. I screamed out, stumbling backwards as the same little boy runs past me with a scalpel, around the table and down the other hallway. I whipped my head back at the guy as he watched the boy run off. He pointed somewhere up at the ceiling, almost in the same direction the boy had gone in. I took a few steps closer, as if that would give me a better view.

The room around me changed once again, morphing into a bedroom. I looked beside me, seeing a woman standing there tearfully. She held her hands over her face, eyes full of shock induced sadness, looking down at the boy who was dressed up.

"Oh, Gage." The woman, Rachel, looked down at her son sorrowfully. A heart wrenching feeling stirring up as I started to get a bad feeling.

"I brought you something mommy." He giggled out. She smiles at him, holding her arms out for him endearingly.

"I brought you something mommy." The woman, looks at him sadly, as if giving in. She starts going to him as the boy walks to her suddenly very eager.

"I brought you something mommy." The little boy repeats again, something haunting about the way he'd repeat the phrase to his mother. I cringe and shut my eyes, looking away as the boy starts stabbing into his mother's face repeatedly. 

"You were lucky, because you didn't have to keep losing someone. Louis Creed lost everything, his daughter's cat, his son, his wife, and even his daughter. And along the way, he lost himself. Going mad with sadness and sorrow. He put his son down, along with the cat. Realizing the trail of blood they were leaving behind. But it was all too much for him, and he had no one anymore. And no more strength."

 The room seemed to stay the same, but the tension in the air was almost suffocating. The room had slowly gotten dark, becoming still. I looked beside myself, seeing Louis, sitting on the floor playing with some cards. My head, slowly turned towards a creak that came from another direction. The tension I felt earlier only rose as I saw a bloodied, torn up hand grip the side of the door, pushing it further open. My breathing hitched and my heart sped up, seeing Rachel walk into the room slowly. An alarm started trilling out, quieting down after a few seconds. A timer. 

 I creeped away cautiously as she slowly tread up to Louis on the floor who stared lovingly up at his wife. I backed away the closer she got to me, being pressed up against the counter top behind me. Her clothes and skin were tattered and torn. Covered in dirt and blood. Wearing only one heel. Her eye, gouged out, the socket leaking puss and other fluids from where her son had disfigured her. My hand covered my mouth, as if she could hear me. 

 Louis got up from the floor, walking to be closer to her as she stopped. She smiles at him, looking at him with false love and admiration. Her eye continues oozing and leaking, almost causing me to gag but not wanting to draw her attention. I stared at the two in front of me, too close for comfort, but to scared to move away and be caught by the thing that had just came back from the dead. Louis kisses his wife passionately, both of them kissing each other longingly. I look away in disgust, knowing that what he was kissing wasn't his wife, and her face was mutilated to hell. 

 My eyes flickered, seeing her pull out a knife silently as they kept kissing. Him blinded by the love for his wife, to notice. I pull my hands away to say something, before slapping them over my mouth again with a startled jump as she plunges the knife down in him. He screams out, pushing back as she goes at him again. I jump again in reaction as he lands in front of me, her now on top of him. I try and pull further away from the two on the floor, flinching every time she stabs him. She hacks and slashes at the fallen Louis, not caring if he was already dead or not. Her laughs ringing out in the air the whole time she does so. I watch as she finally stops, laughing and out of breath. She gets up, seemingly admiring the work she had done on the poor man before her.

"I, I just wanted my family back." I jumped, looking over at the new man that stood next to me.

"You're, you're Louis Creed." He nods, still watching the scene before me. I turned back watching as the wife dragged his body over to the closet.

"So, it was you, you really were the one in the closet." She threw him in the closet, laughing as she slammed the door shut behind her. He slowly turned to me, tears flowing down his face.

"Burn it, you need to cleanse the area. The Wendigo is still there, as long as it's still there, this will never be over."

"What the fuck-.. is a Wen-"I started slowly, more confused than I had ever been. Louis was suddenly gone from my sight and so wasn't Victor. I stood there, staring in the closet. My senses slowly returning to me, I noticed I was standing in front of the closet, hand on the door nob. 

".. Aunna? .. Are you okay? You back?" I went to look at them, still not being able to look away from the closet. I felt my head roll back from abrupt force, realizing I had been spun around. I blinked trying to focus on the two in front of me, rather than everything I had just seen.

"Aunna, snap out of it!" I looked at Clyde, feeling my eyes water as my mind continued replaying.

"What the hell was all that?" Jeff stepped forward, leaning closer to me. I looked around the room, breathing deeply.

"I saw.. how Louis lost his family." I say. They stared at me for a minute, giving each other a look before looking at me.

"What?!" I jumped from the sharpness of their yells. Clyde sighed, as Jeff rested a hand on my shoulder.

"Alright just, what do you even mean, Aunna? You just.. you saw.. it?" Jeff tried, trying to piece something together. I nodded to them.

"I saw it, the guy that showed me everything that was gonna happen, he showed me what happen to Louis Creed. His son was hit by a truck, he came back and killed Rachel, Rachel killed Louis. He showed me all of it."

"Like.. He showed you.. how they died?" Jeff asked, clearly incredibly confused. I nodded, pointing in the direction Gage had been killed by the truck driver.

"It started with their daughter's cat. Then Gage, the little boy. He was killed out there, he was chasing after his kite and wandered into the middle of the road. A truck was speeding by and.. Louis couldn't get to him in time. The mom, Rachel.." I pointed upstairs, recalling the sadness I felt as the mom was reunited with her dead son. Trying to keep the tears at bay.

"Rachel came home, seeing her son for the first time since he died. Gage killed her, and that's when Louis decided to kill Gage and the cat. He was broken after that. He didn't know what else to do, and didn't want to be alone. So he brought his wife back, one last revival." I pointed to the area I was before, still being able to feel the air move around me from when she would pull the knife back to slash down on her husband some more.

"That's where she killed him. He waited all night for her, setting a timer and everything, just to greet his wife home. He kissed her, even as her eye leaked and.." I stopped myself from talking, closing my eyes to shove the vivid image away.

"You.. you really saw all that?"

"You were there?" I opened my eyes, looking back in the closet. This time seeing Louis's dead body. I stared at the body dejectedly, pointing at it to the others.

"That's where she left him. He's still there.." I felt arms wrap around me, another pair wrapped around my side. I stared at the body that still laid there, blood still seeping from the body.

"I'm sorry, Aunna. I'm so sorry. I should have listened to you. I should have trusted you and believed you. None of this would have happened if I had just.. I don't know what I was thinking!" Jeff cried guiltily. I felt them pull back, hands on either side of my face. My eyes flickered to the person, Clyde. He wiped under my eyes, making me realize I was crying. I stared at him, trying to refocus my thoughts. I sniffed, wiping my eyes as he kept his hands there, staring at me intently.

"You're good, you're with us now. Okay? " I nodded, putting my head down on his chest. Jeff still beside us, a hand on my shoulder as we stayed like that for a few minutes.

"Were you really there? Witnessing all of it? Is that why you were screaming and jumping? Aunna. Are you sure you're alright?" I nodded to Jeff, trying to get control of myself better to assure them. I pulled away from the two, wiping my face and breathing in deeply.

"I was in the road behind Gage when the truck hit him.. And that's where Gage ran at me." I tried explaining a bit better for them to picture, pointing to the doorway.

"He ran at you?!" I nodded.

"It's fine. It wasn't really me he was running at, he was going upstairs. To greet his mother home.." I looked off to the side, trying not to think about the son reuniting with his mother. I quickly looked back to the other two.

"You, you went through it all. You've been going through this alone the whole time. And all I did was make it worse.. Made you feel worse about all of it.." I looked at Jeff who stood there, looking at me with a twisted expression. He face scrunched, trying not to cry. I ignored my own cries, hugging him tightly.

"It'll be over soon, Jeff." I pulled away quickly, leaving the two, and walking back out to the van.