A/N: It is Friday the thirteenth! If you know me, you know what it means: Horror story! I'm too predictable. So, this is a re-written story. I deleted it a few months ago - not sure if someone noticed it - and now I'm giving it another opportunity. The first three chapters will be very alike the ones from the first version, but I'm planning many changes. I'm sorry for the spelling and grammar mistakes. English isn't my first language.

Enjoy it. ;)

Insidious

Chapter One - Highway To Hell

Drops of water were falling from the sky as the darkness approached. The bright stars were hidden behind the dark night which had taken the Sun's place.

A storm was forecast for that same night a few days ago. People were recommended to stay at home for their own safety. However, as it was middle of August many didn't believe it would rain during a summer day. It had been a hot day until the sun disappeared with the sunset and the shady clouds appeared on the clean sky out of nowhere. The change of weather caught most of the people off surprise even thou they were warned about it.

- I just can't believe this happened - Torrie Wilson exclaimed while she was carefully driving the rented vehicle not to have an accident. The stormy night was propitious to it and she wanted to arrive at the hotel where the WWE crew was staying for the night in one piece.

For a quickly moment, the honey blonde swerved her eyes from the road and sent an askance look at the other woman, who was sat on the passenger's seat. To tell the truth, the other blonde, Stacy Keibler, wasn't fond of her friend's action. She hated when Torrie took her eyes out of the road. Stacy knew she should have convinced her friend to let her drive and not the otherwise.

Torrie wasn't a bad driver, as people may have suspected when Stacy tried to steal the car key. However, when the older woman was tangled in a conversation, she hardly paid attention to the World surrounding her. As Stacy was aware of the subject Torrie wished to discuss, she did her best efforts to get the key.

- How could he leave you out of nowhere? It isn't like he gave a sign. He never acted as he wasn't happy with you.

- Torrie, I really don't want to speak about my failed relationship. It doesn't matter anymore. He makes part of the past. - Torrie raised her plucked eyebrow when listened to the words that ran from Stacy's lips. - I'm feeling okay and I'm ready to move on.

It was a slightly lie, but her long-time friend didn't need to know about it. Of course, she wasn't feeling one hundred percent well with the end of the relationship. Who in their perfect mind would feel fine with it? Who would enjoy another failed relationship?

They had been together for three years and half before the abrupt end. However, what was the point of staying on a relationship that didn't seem to have a future? Lately, it seemed that all they did was to fight with each other over the most insignificant stuff. It was an unhealthy relationship and the end of it shouldn't have been so unexpected. They were better separated than together, as hard as it was for Stacy to admit it just one month ago.

- Why didn't you speak with me sooner? - They had been friends for years and throughout those years every time one went through a break up she went to cry on the shoulder of the other. The honey blonde didn't understand the reason the younger woman didn't come to her.

Stacy did try to speak with Torrie earlier. She was the first person with whom she tried to talk when her ex-boyfriend turned his back and walked away without intentions of seeing her again. However, for some unbelievable reason Torrie was never available. For a week, it seemed Torrie fell into a dark hole.

The only time she was able to reach her it was the older blonde's boyfriend, John Cena, that answered the cell phone and Stacy hung up the call because she was crying and didn't know how to stop the tears. She was feeling pathetic with her behaviour and she didn't want other people, apart from Torrie, to think she was pathetic.

- Where are we? - Stacy asked, without giving Torrie an opportunity to go further with the unwanted topic. This wasn't the same road she remembered to follow when she went to the pavilion were the all-roster Paperview took place.

The fast question that flew from Torrie's lips revealed that something was up to. This clearly wasn't the highway, the main road they should be following. Or the honey blonde was lost and kept it to herself or she took another road without warning.

- Why do you ask?

- This doesn't seem the same road I took a couple of hours ago. - Due being feeling a third wheel, her hazel eye stared the outside throughout the trip and she almost memorized every detail. If she was aware of the flirting that was about to happen between Trish Stratus and Chris Jericho, she would have taken a ride with someone else.

The older woman bit her bottom lip and then smiled. Something was up to and Torrie was ready to confess.

- When we stopped at the gas station, I asked if there was another road to arrive at the hotel faster. I should have met John fifteen minutes ago for a very late dinner.

- So, because you were late for a romantic dinner, you decided to follow a creepy shortcut. - A deserted and dark road without a single lamppost and surrounded by wild nature was considered by Stacy sinister. - You could have gone with him and not to wait to come with me.

- I told John about your break up and I then asked him if he could catch a ride with someone else because I wanted to speak with you in private.

Stacy prevented the next words to run out from her mouth not to hurt Torrie's feelings. It was impossible the end of her relationship to stay a secret, however, she didn't want people to speak about it. The blonde wished that only a restrict number of people knew about it.

Staring at the outside, Stacy had the impression of seeing something move. Because of the weather conditions, it was hard to be sure if her eyes were playing tricks. After all, it could be the wind. However, she dared to swear that something - or someone - moved outside, in the middle of the bushes.

- Are you sure this is the right shortcut? Didn't you get the indications wrong?

- Stacy, stop worrying. - Torrie took her eyes from the road. She knew to where she was heading. Or at least she thought she knew. No one lied to her at the gas station. Or at least she thought they didn't.

- I'll try. - Stacy smiled; nevertheless the whisper revealed that she still felt concerned. The anxiety wouldn't go anywhere any time soon. As soon as they parked in the hotel, she would forget all the unnecessary worries.

The Baltimore born swerved her head and her eyes connected with the windscreen. Out of nowhere a shadow showed up in the middle of the desert road. It was dark and raining outside. Neither blonde saw it until the moment the car couldn't be stopped.

A scream echoed inside the small space; however, it already was too late to do something. The collision was inevitable. Torrie tried to stop the vehicle, her high heels connected with the breaks, but before she did it whatever was in the road - an animal or a person - was hit.

For a brief second, the older woman lost the car's control. The road was very slippery. It was difficult to regain the vehicle's control.

When the car was finally stopped, Torrie and Stacy exchanged concerned and terrified looks. With what had they collided? The windscreen was cracked yet there wasn't a spot of blood. Maybe the car didn't crash against a living being - a relief. The wind that was getting stronger as the time passed may have dragged a tree branch and the car went against it.

- What did I hit? - Torrie spoke, breaking the silence.

- Maybe an animal - the other blonde proposed full of uncertain. They could have run over anything. What if they hurt a person? They would be in so much trouble if the thing that cracked the windscreen was a person. - I think we should go outside and to see what happened.

- We should call someone first - Torrie exclaimed, grabbing Stacy's arms with her fingers. It was a pleading touch.

Going outside didn't seem a reliable option because of the storm approaching. Every second that passed by more drops of water fell from the ski and they were getting heavier. Also, the space surrounding them didn't seem very friendly. The fact that no cars were passing by helped raise the fear that until that moment didn't exist.

- Whilst you call someone, I'm going to see if we hit an animal. - If a person was lying motionless on the floor an ambulance was needed.

Without taking another second, Stacy opened the passenger's door and walked out of vehicle, leaving the same door opened. She heard Torrie dialling a cell phone number before moving away.

The younger blonde sauntered to the place where she thought the figure appeared, ignoring the rain that was wetting her clothes and long hair. Because of the darkness it was hard to know if that was the right place or not - her perception could confuse it. To her surprise when her eye connected with the cold concrete she didn't see anything or anyone. The concrete was empty - there wasn't a hurt animal; there wasn't a wounded person; there wasn't a freaking branch of a tree.

"We did hit something," Stacy thought to herself, feeling one hundred percent sure of it. She couldn't swerve her eyes from the road; from the place a shadow appeared like a ghost. Fathoming around, the young Diva made sure a figure couldn't be seen anywhere else. This was the right spot; this had to be the right spot!

If they hadn't hit anything - as it seemed - the windscreen wouldn't have cracked. None of the women saw blood; however, it could have been because of the darkness. Perhaps, they hit an animal and the poor thing ran away. Turning her body around, a soaked Stacy returned to the car to double check the windscreen.

- I didn't see anything back there - Stacy announced when reached the car. Looking inside, she was caught off guard when didn't see her long-time friend. A chill ran down her spine.

Where did Torrie go? The concerned woman twisted her body around and gazed everywhere to try to find the missing blonde. Nevertheless, there was no sign of her. She vanished in the darkness.

- Torrie! - A response was never received.

Feeling each second that passed more apprehensive, Stacy bent down to pick up Torrie's cell phone that strangely was on the floor. The back of her head hit the steering wheel when she stood up to be back on her two feet. Her delicate fingers ran thought to blonde hair. Luckily the pain was insignificant.

Taking a look at the cell phone's screen, Stacy noticed that the engine didn't have signal. Unfortunately, Torrie didn't call anyone and she couldn't do it too.

- Torrie.

At that moment, she heard a scream coming from the woods. It could only be the honey blonde. The storm was getting worse, but Stacy refused to leave Torrie behind. She ran to the woods, despairingly following the scream. Torrie had to be found.

Without looking to where she was going, Stacy tripped and her body clashed against the ground. Her head went against a small rock. Otherwise, the previous hit, this one left marks. Feeling pain, her fingers touched the forehead and she felt a worm liquid. It could only be blood.

Slowly, she returned to her feet. Covered with mud, the blonde saw a rope on the floor and comprehended she tripped on it. The rope was a strange item to be in the middle of the woods. Was it left there purposely?

Another scream reached her ears; a scream that was very close of the place she was standing.

Twisting her body, Stacy saw Torrie running in her direction. As soon as the honey blonde reached her friend's side, she fell. Stacy wrapped her arms around the Idaho native's body and carefully placed her on the floor. She was knelt at Torrie's side when noticed that the clothes were full of blood and mud.

- Stacy - Torrie whispered, placing her hands on the flat belly. The dark square blouse was soaked with blood otherwise the rest of the other clothes that were only spotted with some droplets of the liquid. The wound was located on the abdomen area.

- We need to go to a hospital.

The younger woman tried to put Torrie back to her feet. However, it was a strenuous task. The honey blonde didn't have energy and continued lying on the dirty ground. The blood lost stole her vitality and if she wasn't treated by a doctor soon it would steal her life too.

Leaving Torrie behind to call help was all Stacy could do. Nonetheless, leaving her alone and wounded in the hoods when someone was after them didn't feel right.

When their looks met, Stacy saw that Torrie's eyes were wide opened. Someone was behind her.

Before Stacy could twist her body, a branch hit her head. Feeling dizzy, Stacy slipped. A figure was approaching from her. Before the features could be revealed to her hazel eyes, Stacy passed out. The World became darker than it was before.

"Feeling a major headache Stacy opened her eyes, waking up from a slumber. The first image she saw was Torrie lying on the floor motionless.

Looking around, she realized that was inside an old and dusty wood cabin. It was the reason that the rain and the wind had stopped. Nonetheless, she would rather be under the rain than locked in a house without anywhere to go. The person that attacked her and Torrie couldn't be far away.

She crawled to Torrie's side. It seemed the honey blonde wasn't breathing and it scared Stacy. Her friend couldn't be dead. The energy in her body has been drained and it was the reason Torrie was so quiet.

- Torrie - she whispered and touched the other woman's arm. A tear ran from Stacy's eyes. Torrie didn't respond to her touch.

- I thought you would never wake up - a man exclaimed. He had been staring at her the all time and she hadn't noticed it. Step-by-step he got closer of the younger blonde. - You and I are going to have some fun".

- No - Stacy yelled, waking up from the vivid nightmare. Her heart was beating fast. Droplets of sweat trickled from her forehead.

Fathoming the place where she was, the Baltimore born understood that she wasn't inside the disturbing cabin that haunted her nightmare. By the machines surrounding her and the white colour everywhere, she was in a hospital. The curtains were shut and it couldn't be distinguished if it was night or day outside.

Her hand touched the cut on the forehead and she found a bandage covering it. The wound had been stitched. Marks in the arms called Stacy's attention. Bruises were all over them along with a few scratches - she didn't remember them before passing away in the hoods. She pulled away the sheets that were covering her body and saw more bruises and some cuts on her legs. Some of those cuts were deep and would leave scars after being completely healed.

Stacy felt her eyes getting watery. The nightmare was a memory after all.

- How are you feeling? - A nurse had entered in the bedroom, showing a beam. It was the fourth time Stacy Keibler woke up that day; however, every time she quickly fell asleep once again. This was the first time she stayed wake up for more than a minute.

- What happened? Where is Torrie? - the blonde queried promptly, ignoring the question about her well-being.

She was secure now, right? No one was going to hurt her again, right? She only cared about her friend. Her memories were fuzzy, but Stacy remembered that Torrie was injured and losing blood the last time she saw her. If her nightmare was spot on, her friend could be gone.

The nurse stood quiet for a moment. She was feeling uncomfortable because of the question. After seconds of silence, she spoke:

- I'm going to call the doctor.

Alone, Stacy tried to remember what happened when she and Torrie were abducted after the attack. It was impossible to force those memories. They were locked inside her mind, in the deepest corners, and refused to come to the surface.

- Ms Keibler. - Listening to a male's voice, Stacy faced the man standing at the bedroom door. - I'm Doctor Simmons. I have been taking care of you since you arrived at the hospital.

- Do you mind telling me what happened? - Stacy queried one more time. The nurse had left without offering an answer and she desperately needed one. - Where is my friend? She was severely injured. Is she okay?

- You were attacked two nights ago. - His words triggered a few flashbacks: the crash in the road, the fall while she was running in the hoods, the moment she was attacked and lost her senses...

- How did I end up here?

- A truck driver saw the car parked in the middle of the road yesterday morning and then saw you inside it. You were unconscious and he called an ambulance.

How did she end up in the car? As hard as she tried, Stacy didn't remember returning to the car; she didn't remember being inside the car after being attacked. She didn't have energy to escape and she wouldn't do it without Torrie - unless something appalling had happened with the honey blonde.

Did the maniac that attacked them let her go? Did he allow her live? But why would he do it? Why would he allow her live? Neither of those questions had an answer. After all, Stacy didn't have memory of what occurred.

- Where is my friend? She was inside the car with me, right? - All she wanted was an answer and no one seemed in the mood to give her it. She had to know where Torrie was and if she was okay.

The doctor felt uncomfortable. Etched across his face was the same expression the nurse used before leaving the bedroom moments ago. Something clearly was wrong. He didn't have good news to give.

- I'm sorry, but there was no sign of your friend. - Simmons held Stacy's hand. It was a gesture of comfort, but it didn't make the patient feel better. She fought the urge to push him away. - The police are searching for her, but due the amount of blood found there isn't much hope. Look, two officers are outside and they have been waiting to talk with you about what happened since you woke up for the first time this morning. You may help them discover your friend.

- I don't think I can do that now. - She wasn't in conditions to speak with anyone. She had just learned about her best friend's death. There wasn't hope. It wasn't the moment to revive the hell she had been through.

The doctor nodded and then left the bedroom. He was probably going to speak with the officers and to tell them that his patient wasn't in conditions to speak with them.

Behind her cupped hands, Stacy hid her face, the tears falling from her hazel eyes. She couldn't believe Torrie was dead; she wasn't among the World of the living anymore. The blonde wiped the tears, which refused to end, and stared at her hands that not too long ago were dirty with Torrie's blood.

A silent scream slipped from her mouth. None of this was real. Torrie was alive. None of this could be real.