John was running as fast as he could after her, he saw her enter the cemetery. Why would she do that? She hated cemeteries, John thought to himself. He entered the cemetery and was instantly freaked out. It was just like in a horror film. A full moon, stars shining brightly and there was a blue fog around.

John yelled, but he received no answer. As he walk he continued to call her, never getting a reply. He stopped in front of a freshly dug grave that stood out from the others. He took out his torch, shone it on head stone and read the now visible words. Oh no. God no.

He collapsed on his knees looking towards the head stone. His nightmare, the one with her dying. It had come true. But how? He was with her no more than 10 minutes ago back at the motel. Did he hurt her so much that she dies? If only she had known it wasn't really him. He would never do anything like that to her. He loved her to much. Tears were running freely from his eyes. He reached out and went to touch her name on the head stone. A hand came out of the ground. He screamed loudly, but stopped when he recognised the silver ring on the middle finger.

Oh my god, Monica. He exclaimed and started digging at the dirt.

He found her second hand and took both in his and pulled her to the surface. She was crying uncontrollably and hardly took notice as to what was happening. John put his arms around her and lifted her fully out of the grave. She collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily.

Monica, Monica come on talk to me!

John was leaning over her, worry showed all over his face. She was shaking badly, she was filthy and had cuts all over her that where bleeding. She looked up at him through the tears, she was still shaking.

She barely whispered.

Yeah its me, you're okay, its okay now.

She reached up and grabbed him into a hug. She wrapped her arms around him, and he wrapped his arms around her. Monica continued to cry. After a long time she eventually pulled away and looked into his eyes.

John what happened at the motel? Why did you do and say those things?

John looked at her and could see the bruises starting to come out, on her cheek where he slapped her, a black eye where he punched her and on her neck were he strangled her. He didn't want to think about what the places looked like where he kicked her. He reached out a hand and gently touched her cheek.

I am so sorry. I cant explain it, I couldn't control what I did. You know I don't blame you and I never could. You never failed me or Luke or anyone. He told her, tears running from his eyes.

Monica looked into his eyes and saw honesty there. They pulled each other into a hug before standing up to leave and find out what was going on. John looked at her hands and saw blood. That was when he realised how she had escaped out of the wooden casket. She had to claw at the wood until it broke and then she had to dig her way through the dirt. He looked into her eyes and saw tears.

It was just like my nightmare, I screamed and no one helped me. Monica told him as more tears filled and escaped her eyes.

She collapsed in his arms unconscious as the shock settled in. He didn't hesitate to lift her up in his arms and make his way back to the motel. He heard screams and people calling for help all around him. He looked and was shocked as to what he saw. People being chased by bee's, snakes, dogs, clowns and even dolls. He could hear people calling for help inside buildings that were on fire. He would have done something, but he had to take Monica back to the motel.

He placed her slowly in her bed and put the covers over her. He took out his mobile and started calling emergency services, fire department, police, ambulances and even animal control. He had just hanged up when their was a series od knocks on the door. He took out his gun and opened the door, to find a girl of about 20, with long brown hair and big green eyes.

I need your help. She said in a desperate voice, he opened the door to let her in more and she entered.

She saw Monica in the bed and her mouth opened. It had affected them to.

Who are you? John asked. She bit her bottom lip.

Vicky Charmen.