Audrey's POV

I awoke in a room with loud eerie music echoing off the walls. The music sounded really old, it was so irritating and shrill in my ears. I still felt a sharp sting in my side whenever I tried to move, so I just stayed still until I could get through the situation. The music didn't take long to start driving me crazy, the bass was boosted like hell so the words in each song could barely be heard.

Wherever I was, it was pitch black. I couldn't see a thing and couldn't hear anything but the music. I was pretty sure I was in the room alone, but I had no idea. There was a different sound that started to my left, it sounded like some kind of furnace or something. I heard screaming and crying afterwards, so I started fighting my restraints the best I could.

I heard some laughter from outside of the door and the lights came on. I could finally see where I was, but after I did I immediately wished the lights had stayed off. This place looked like some kind of morgue or something. Some kind of black and shiny slime was on the walls.

The door bursted open, the really large guy from before came inside. He seemed to be saying something but I couldn't hear him due to the music. My side hurt like hell, suddenly the pain was more stress than it was before. Maybe the movement had irritated it, sending a shockwave of pain. Maybe it was just the stress, but the pain was a bit more than I could handle.

He walked beside me, his yellow button up was splattered with blood. Half of it was probably mine for all I knew. He grabbed my face, his strength nearly broke my jaw as he turned my head from side to side. His grip was strong, feeling like he was going to shatter every bone in my face if he held any tighter.

He put his other hand to my mouth, opening my mouth wider than I was used to. I had no idea what he was doing, but it hurt. He finally let go of my face, making me cough, which hurt my side like hell. What in the hell was he doing?

He laughed loudly and mumbled something as he walked out of the door.

"I'll be right back..." he yelled, the first thing I could actually hear him saying. I coughed more, the metallic taste of blood from his fingers was still in my mouth. Before long, the large man stepped back inside with a man on his shoulder. I wasn't sure who the guy was, but he was still alive.

When the guy started to yell, I realized he didn't have any teeth. He was looking right at me and screaming, the fear soared in me much more now than before. Was he planning on doing this shit to me too?

I struggled with whatever was holding me down, trying to get myself loose. I was tied to some kind of stretcher, there was one white bag with what looked like some kind of body in it hanging from the ceiling. Another was laying on a different stretcher at my feet. I glanced back to see what the guy was doing, and I wish I'd never looked in that direction. I heard the guy still yelling and screaming, but he was being shoved into some kind of cabinet.

I think they were called cold chambers or something, but either way I don't think they belong in a fucking basement. As he got the guy's head in there, he held his head with his palm.

He kept the guy back there, and before I knew it, flames shot out and basically roasted both of them. The guy screamed in pain and agony, begging to get out as he was being roasted to death. I looked away, I couldn't see this anymore. The smell was awful and I could hear the large man's laughter fill the room almost louder than the creepy ass music that was playing.

My breathing was quick and heavy, hurting my side but I could see there were worse things to worry about. I failed to get out of this stretcher by the time they were finished, the man's laughter still filled the room but the screaming had ceased. When I looked back, the man's arm was completely black. He had burned his entire fucking arm to keep that guy in there. He laughed during it too, like pain was funny. I wished I could laugh at the pain I was going through right now, it would've made my possible death easier to accept.

He approached me, this time not wearing his glasses. I wasn't sure if he just wasn't wearing them before or if they fell into the flames. He untied my hands and feet from the stretcher so I tried to jump away, but he caught me. I struggled and fought with all I had while he carried me to one of the cold chambers.

"No! No!" I screamed, my side had been split open again, I could feel it.

"Don't worry now... this one won't roast ya'..." he laughed, opening the door. His grip was tight around my body, it was something I couldn't get out of. I was more likely to escape from the rope than I was to escape from his grip.

He threw me on the slate, holding me down by my throat. I couldn't breathe as he stared into my eyes, seemingly reading something through my eyes. I kicked and hit him but to no avail. His arm was rough, the fire had made it feel like some kind of hardened ash.

He finally let go of me and pushed the slate back into the chamber. It was fucking freezing in here, it wouldn't take me long to freeze to death.

As he closed the door, my hand got in the way as I tried to pull myself out. But instead of getting out, I just felt an unbearable pain as he slammed the door into my hand. I pulled my hand back and he laughed out loud and slammed the door shut this time. I was in the dark once again. The one good thing about this chamber was, if I was going to die, at least the music wasn't loud. It was more or less muffled and much quieter in here.

I could feel my bones freezing already, I was in more pain than ever right now. The coldness was irritating my already bleeding wound. My blood was probably freezing on this slate, it wasn't going to be long before I was going to die. All I could do is hope that Noah and the rest got lucky enough to get out.

Emma's POV

I sat in the candle lit den, waiting for Josh to come back. I was scared to leave because I knew that I would probably get caught. Whenever one of them was near I would freeze up and nearly pass out.

I heard some noise coming from behind me, I assumed it was best not to move in case that old woman was there. I tried to alter my breathing to be more quiet. Then the little metal door behind me was forced open and the terrifying face of that old woman appeared from the darkness. My eyes got wide and I crawled away, I hoped I would find Josh along the way. I felt so hopeless when I was alone.

When I got to the little hole where we crawled out, there was a bunch of stuff piled on top of it. I did see a little opening that I figured I could fit through.

"Leave me alone!" I screamed, looking back as her light illuminated the crawlspace. I forced my way up, trying to fit through the little hole. I could barely fit, but my body was able to go through. The woman grabbed my leg, it felt like she was tearing into my leg. I saw Josh run back in, closing the doors behind him.

She pulled on my leg, it hurt so bad. Josh rushed over to me, grabbing my legs and pulling as hard as he could. My arm got cut a bit and my leg felt like it was cut in half as her claw-like nails tore my skin. I wanted to cry so bad, but we had run.

"Come on, we gotta go." Josh said, pulling me to my feet. I looked down, a blood trail was being left with every step I took. I looked back as the woman flipped everything piled on top of the hole over, as if it all weighed as much as a feather.

"Run Emma!" Josh yelled, pushing the doors open. I just realized he was practically dragging me along while I stared at the woman in awe. Something had changed about her, maybe it was the darkness around her eyes or the fact that she seemed much angrier than usual.

I started running with him, looking down at my leg. It looked like I had been attacked by some kind of lion. I tried to hold myself from crying, then looked behind me at the crazy lady following almost directly behind us.

We got to the gate, he pushed against it as hard as he could but it was locked. The woman tackled both of us into the gate, knocking me over the railing. I felt water rush up my nose and down my throat, it was very painful.

I could hear Josh struggle above me as I attempted to regain my senses. I crawled out of the freezing cold water, god knows what was in it. When I looked up at the bridge, I saw the woman shoving a blade through Josh's stomach. Josh fought back and shoved a blade through her neck, sending her backwards.

She fell to the ground and rolled like a child having a tantrum, screaming hateful and angry things as he climbed around the gate. I was wondering how he was still moving so well after getting stabbed like that. But I learned to stop asking questions until I'm completely safe. I crawled up the little hill, meeting him. The woman jumped off the bridge, landing in the water.

"We've gotta get the... hell out of here." Josh said, helping me to run. The woman still chased us, I could feel her right behind us. My leg was screaming for me to stop, just a little rest would feel so much better.

We ran behind the trailer, busting through a heavy metal gate. Josh closed it as the old woman stared through the metal bars with the knife sticking out of her throat. Blood leaked all over her shirt and it was even around her mouth. She smiled at us through the gate, watching Josh's fingers struggled to lock the gate doors.

"You keep trying to keep my daughter away from me... That's Evie's sister god damn it!" the woman screamed, staring at Josh. Her eyes then wandered to me, she curved her lips into a little smile.

I was wet and in pain, her voice and the way she spoke made me shiver even more than I already was. I had no idea what this woman wanted with me or what she meant about keeping her daughter away from her.

Josh ran away from the gate, pushing me towards a set of stairs that led to another large building. I wasn't sure what to expect, but the smell of the room we entered was as awful as the smell of the main house.

"She knows we're gonna be in here, so we can't spend long resting." he said, shutting the door. He moved some tables in front of the door, looking back at me with his bloody stomach. He finally collapsed against the wall, holding his hand to his abdomen.

We were both in bad shape, neither of us would be able to run much further if that woman came for us.

"How is your leg?" Josh asked, putting his head against the wall.

"It hurts so bad, I feel like someone shoved three knives into my leg and cut downwards. How does someone do that with their nails?" I asked, looking at my bloody leg.

"She doesn't use nails.. Hers are more like claws." he laughed a bit, wincing at the pain. I sat down against the wall as well, it seemed better to rest our wounds as long as we could.

Suddenly as I began to close my eyes, something banged on the door hard enough to knock the stuff half out of the way. Josh got up and pulled me towards a hole in the floor. As I began to jump down, I saw the old lady's face smiling at me.

I jumped down and watched as Josh caught himself, grabbing my hand and running into another room. We heard her drop to the ground, knowing if we didn't find somewhere good to hide then she would tear us apart. We got lucky back at that bridge, god knows if we would ever get that lucky again.

"God it hurts." I complained, my leg was in so much pain. It burned and stung with every step I was forced to take.

"Get in here." he said, pointing to a hole in the wall. It looked like some kind of fireplace, but it wasn't big enough to be one. I got inside and he followed behind me. He covered me, keeping his eyes on the crack we just went through.

"Oh, I'll find ya... and when I do... You'll both be punished.." the woman rambled on. Her speech got more and more vile and dirty as she spoke.

"God damn it! Come the hell out or I will make you motherfuckers eat dirt! Stupid sons of bitches.." I heard her enter the room. She walked by the hole we were hiding in. I was so terrified that she would see us, then we would be cornered.

I managed to sit down, surprisingly able to fit this well. I was very scared to move, if I made one wrong move and something broke or fell then I would give her our location. We might just get lucky, she didn't seem to be able to find us.

Josh just watched her, not taking his eyes off of her for a second. He was still like a statue, still standing in the exact same position.

Noah's POV

I sat in the police station, the sheriff wasn't in right now but he was on his way. It was seriously late, at least 3 in the morning. Finally Sheriff Hudson walked into the building, his son followed along. I knew Kieran Wilcox, he was pretty cool. He was the only popular guy that wasn't an asshole.

"Hey Noah.. Good to see you back." He said, approaching me in the seats.

"Yeah.. I'm worried about the others.." I said, running my fingers through my hair.

"I'm ready to talk when you are Foster.. Just come to my office." Sheriff Hudson said, patting me on the shoulder.

"Alright.. I'll be in there in a second." I said, glancing up at Kieran.

"Mind if we talk?" Kieran asked, looking down at me.

"Yeah.. Sure.." I nodded my head. I followed him to a little secluded spot in the station, it looked like some kind of storage room.

"Can you tell me what happened?" he asked, closing the door behind me. I froze, I really didn't want to remember what happened.

"I don't really know.. I don't remember much.." I lied, knowing it was going to get me nowhere.

"That's bullshit Noah... You can't lie to me. Emma is there isn't she?" he asked, getting seemingly more aggressive in his tone. I stood like an idiot for a couple of minutes, thinking of my next words before I said them.

"Yeah, we were all there.. I only got out because that officer was snooping around the property.." I said, glancing through the window on the door we just went through.

"Where is it? I want to help them out of there." Kieran said, keeping up his posture.

"I can't remember much, but the police will find it.." I started but got interrupted.

"They're not gonna help you Noah... My dad thinks you were fucking high." he said, pretty angry. I couldn't believe it, I wouldn't believe it.

"I'm gonna go talk to him now.." I said, starting towards the door.

"Well... after you talk to him so that he can repeat what I just told you... come talk to me at my place. I'll be preparing." he said, walking past me. He went through the door, turning a left and possibly leaving the station.

I walked into the sheriff's office, sitting awkwardly in front of the desk.

"Hey Noah.." Hudson said, putting his hands together on his desk. I couldn't help but think about what Kieran said, how could they think I was high?

"Hey sheriff." I said, staring at him.

"Well... We've went over what you told officer Link.. We also went over that test that my officers had you take..." he started, taking a pause before finishing. I waited anxiously for him to finish, but I tried not to show it.

"We found LSD in your system son... That's a very serious drug.." he said. I hung my head, they couldn't be serious. They didn't believe me?

"You guys don't fucking believe me?" I asked, officially irritated. I should've just listened to Kieran and left.

"I didn't say that Noah... LSD can make you see some pretty crazy things.. Your friends are probably passed out somewhere out there. We are going to look for them, but we aren't allowed to enter that property without very good reason." he said, looking pitifully at me.

I took a deep breath, sitting back in the chair. I hadn't ever taken drugs before, why would I all of a sudden want to get high and go into the fucking perish?

"You've gotta be kidding me officer. What I saw was real, 100 fucking percent." I said, angered to the point of snapping. My friends were going through god knows what right now and these cops weren't going to fucking help.

"Listen, I don't like having to do this.. I really wanna believe you. I pretty much do.. But I'm not allowed to check out that property since the owners died." Hudson explained, taking a sip of coffee. It was really early in the morning, daytime was weird since I hadn't seen it in so long. At least that's how it felt.

"The owners died?" I asked, confused.

"Yeah, the father went crazy one day and murdered his family.. Nobody has been allowed on that property since. I'm gonna try my best, but I don't think I'll get very far. For now, go home and get some rest." Hudson said, standing up. He walked me to the door, opening it for me.

"If you need anything, let me know." he said, patting me on the back as I went through the door.

"I need my friends to be here.. Alive. You can't do anything else for me sheriff.." I said, starting to walk away. He didn't say anything else, probably feeling guilty. I felt like he wanted to help, but he probably couldn't. Maybe my mind was just creating excuses for him, god knows anymore.

I was going to see Kieran, I knew where his place was since he threw a couple of small parties there. I drove Emma to a couple of them, Audrey didn't attend them much.

Me and Kieran would figure this out and I would help him to find that place, at least someone was trying to be useful. I should've listened to him earlier, I wouldn't have wasted my time hearing the same thing Kieran had told me. We were going to go back to that hellhole and bust our friends out of there, I knew with Kieran's help we could do that. I texted him that I was coming over, giving him a heads up before I showed up.