JEFF looked around at this mysterious new environment that he found himself in. The many millions of twinkling lights of the stars seemed magical. It was just like being in a Christmas lights shop. For as long as he could remember, Jeff had wanted to become an astronaut and go into space. He gazed around, eyes wide with wonder. He felt so free and happy. "At last…" he said out loud to himself. "I have reached the stars." He raised his right hand, reaching to see if he could touch a star. And it was then that he froze as he looked at his arm. There was no spacesuit. Just his normal pizzeria uniform clothes. Alarmed, he began checking all over his body. He had no suit on at all - not even a helmet. And there was no oxygen. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

Jeff woke with a start, panting heavily. As he regained his senses, he glanced around and realised that he wasn't in space at all. He was in his car. He looked around, confused, as he tried to remember what he was doing there. He closed his eyes for a moment and tried to gather his thoughts. He remembered making a late night delivery to a farmhouse and then driving home. He opened his eyes again. The fact the car was stationary suggested that something bad must have happened, but he was so confused and disorientated that he couldn't remember what caused the accident, or the last few minutes leading up to it.

Despite being inside the car, Jeff could feel a cold chill coming through the car. A draft of some kind that was coming at him from behind. It turned out to be a welcome distraction to the sharp pain he felt in the right back corner of his head. He winced. It felt like something had hit him. He didn't know how long he'd been out for and the weather seemed very different now. Looking at the windshield, he saw rain was falling and he now took note of the sound of the raindrops falling onto the roof and hood of the car. He knew straight away that he didn't have a coat and therefore wasn't anxious to step outside. He also knew that he couldn't just sit there. He would need to call for help. But to his surprise, he noticed that his phone wasn't in the holder on the windshield where it usually was. Maybe it's fallen out in the impact, he thought to himself and started to feel under the seats to see if it was there. He couldn't feel it though. What he could feel were some old candy bar wrappers which reminded him that he had been meaning to clean the car out for ages and still hadn't gotten round to doing it. He then looked over to check the back seats to see if maybe he'd thrown it into the back by mistake, but it wasn't there. He then became even more confused when he noticed that the seats appeared to be damp.

Suddenly, as he leant further over to check under the passenger seat, the car shifted which caused him to gasp out loud and sit bolt upright back in the driver's seat. The car stopped leaning forwards and went back to being level and still again. Jeff now realised that something was very wrong and despite the heavy downpour, he needed to know what exactly had happened. Cautiously, he opened the door and stepped out into the heavy rain. And it was now that he saw the problem. The car had crashed through a metal barrier on the side of a very high bridge. The front wheels were dangling dangerously over the edge. Jeff knew the bridge well and therefore had no trouble in realising where he was. The bridge was a well-known landmark. It crossed an old reservoir which had long since been drained and underneath was just a large area of bare concrete.

Jeff had mixed feelings about knowing where he was. On the one hand, he did know where the bridge was, but on the other hand, he also knew where it was in relation to his house, and it was nowhere near to it. He was stranded in the middle of nowhere without a phone. Whilst there was a chance it might still be in the car, he was very reluctant to even attempt to try and get back inside. "No way am I risking myself with that," he told himself out loud. "I wonder if there's any houses nearby? Perhaps I can go and call for help there." he started to look around. On his left, he saw nothing but darkness. But as he looked to the right, back in the direction of where he'd come from, he saw something that made his jaw drop. Just visible through the murky darkness were some orange glowing lights belonging to a house. Jeff was startled to realise they belonged to the same house that he'd delivered the pizzas to. Then his memories began to come back. He remembered the sinister figure that had come out of the house to collect the pizzas, only to then chase after him when it had caught sight of him. And then he remembered seeing a pair of eyes in the rear-view mirror the second before everything went black. He then looked at the car and saw the reason why there'd been a daft as well as why the seats were wet. The window of the left-side passenger door had been smashed, which made him realise this had to be the reason why the car's alarm had gone off.

Seeing the farmhouse made Jeff realise he'd not travelled far at all from where he'd run away from. He did also wonder whether the sinister brothers who lived there might be still around. He was getting cold and very wet so he decided to use the access steps at the end of the bridge to go down and take shelter underneath. It wasn't any warmer down there but at least it was good shelter from the rain. Jeff knew all he could do was wait and hope that a passing motorist would come along and stop when they saw his car in the precarious position it was in.

Jeff rubbed his arms in an attempt to warm himself up. The minutes went by. He wished he had a watch so he could at least know what the time was. The car's power was out so he hadn't been able to know the time from that and without his phone he had no way of knowing. It seemed like hours since he'd woken up when in reality it probably wasn't. Eventually the sound of only the falling rain was broken by the rumble of a vehicle approaching. Jeff listened carefully, praying that the occupants would notice his crashed car and stop to investigate. Sure enough, the rumbling slowed and he heard the vehicle come to a stop on the bridge. Feeling a sense of relief, Jeff immediately began hurrying up the stairs to the road level, not once thinking that there could be any trouble waiting for him up there.

The relief wasn't to last for when he started to reach the top and was able to see the road, he saw something that made him stop dead in his tracks. The vehicle turned out to be a large white van and standing in front of it were two strange men. They looked almost identical - like they were twins. They were clean-shaven with no hair. Both wore jeans and large combat boots. The only difference in clothing were their T-shirts. The one closest to the van had a black T-shirt with a large M on the back. The other was wearing a dark grey T-shirt with an R on it. He couldn't fully see their faces but the profiles of their heads were very similar.

Jeff immediately began to feel uneasy. Judging by their mannerisms and appearances, he had a horrible feeling that they weren't there to help him. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the one in the grey T-shirt was holding a baseball bat in his right hand. He also couldn't help but feel he'd seen the shape of these men before. He bent down behind the barrier and listened carefully to what they were saying. He quickly realised that he recognised the same distinct voice from the farmhouse when he'd been told to leave the pizzas on the doorstep.

"I couldn't get a signal on his cell-phone so I had to get clear of the trees," the one in the grey T-shirt was saying.

"We need to find him, Rick, and lock him up with the others," said the one in the black T-shirt.. "Check under the bridge."

"You got it, Mick."

Jeff knew he only had a split second to act as he scurried back down under the bridge, where he was immediately faced with the dilemma of not knowing which side he was coming from. He slowly peeked around the corner of the metal support column he was hiding behind at the steps that he had come down but soon got a bad feeling that there was something behind him. He spun around and cried out in horror to see Rick standing about ten metres away near the other column, the baseball bat held tightly in his right hand. Rick gave Jeff a very nasty grin on the devilish face that he had. Slowly, he began to advance menacingly towards the terrified young Tracy giving an equally devilish cackle as he did so.

Without thinking, Jeff ran out from under the bridge to try and get across to the other side of the old reservoir bed. Rick followed after him, not running but still menacingly. Jeff tried hard to escape but soon his feet slipped on a patch of the damp ground and he fell forwards onto his front. He grazed both his hands and he felt his knees hurt as soon as he hit the ground. However he did not have time to even think about the pain when a dark shadow illuminated by the lights from the bridge began to come over him. He turned and his eyes went wide with terror at the sight of Rick, looking even more frightening was towering over him. He had absolutely no way of escaping from the sinister brother's upcoming attack as Rick raised the baseball bat, ready to strike it down on the defenceless Jeff.

But before Rick could strike his blow, a loud screeching sound from above made both of them look up at the bridge. Now it was Rick's turn to cry out in horror as he saw a large blue object falling towards him. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHH!"

CRASH!

Jeff had also seen the object falling and had shut his eyes to avoid seeing it, fully expecting to get crushed by whatever it was. He felt the ground shake for a second as the object impacted the ground and the loud scream he'd heard went silent the exact second of the crash. After waiting a few moments for the sound of only the falling rain to return, Jeff opened his eyes and looked to see what had happened. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped to see that it was his car, now lying completely upside down with its front bumper only inches from his feet. Then he looked round to his left and gasped again when he saw Rick's arm and hand poking out from underneath the car's roof. Blood was splattered around and was seeping out in a puddle from underneath. In an ironic and cruel twist of fate, the would-be killer had become the killed.

Jeff stumbled to his feet, still staring in shock at his upturned car. Then he looked back up at the bridge and gasped once more to see Mick, the brother in the black T-shirt standing on the bridge in the gap in the metal barrier where the car had been. It was pretty obvious now what had happened. Jeff knew that although the car's front wheels had been over the edge, it hadn't been that far out to just fall over. Mick therefore must have pushed the car over with the intent of it landing on top of Jeff and killing him, but instead Rick had gotten in the way and had been crushed to death instead. Mick caught sight of Jeff and he gave him a most hateful glare that made Jeff feel so uncomfortable.

He knew he couldn't waste the one opportunity he had of escape, so Jeff turned and began to leg it across the drained reservoir towards the trees whilst Mick stood on the bridge, his hate-filled eyes watching him go, unblinking. All Mick was thinking about now was one thing - revenge!

Jeff kept on running as he felt his chest was about to explode. He didn't want Mick to find him but he knew he had to stop to catch his breath. In his haste to escape, he hadn't paid much mind to the direction he'd chosen to run in. As he looked up to check that he was safe and that Mick was not in sight, he was surprised to see the old farmhouse visible once again, less than half a mile away. Just seeing it made him shiver and he wanted to get as far away from it as he could. But then he suddenly remembered something that he'd heard the brothers saying in their conversation.

"We need to find him, Rick, and lock him up with the others."

"Wait…he said 'others'?" Jeff said out loud to himself. He wondered what that could mean.

He realised that with Rick having taken his phone from him, his personal details were now compromised. He took some deep breaths and pulled himself together, realising that whilst Mick would now be on a path of revenge for the death of his brother, he knew that there would be one place that he wouldn't think to look - the farmhouse!

The fear and terror faded out from Jeff's face and his expression changed to one of determination. There was a secret inside the house that the brothers had been hiding. He needed to learn the truth - once and for all.