Still shooken up, Erin threw her bags into the back of the car, she wasn't about to stay a night in this hotel after that. The sun had already set, and it was begining to get dark. She knew now that she was insane, she was about to drive the 100 miles to an airport that she didn't even know for sure was the next target. Not only that, it seemed her and her "friend" had another close encounter, this one much more threatening than the other. Getting into the drivers seat, she turned the car on and sat there for a moment. "Is this really a good idea?", she questioned herself. She couldn't lie to herself at this point, she knew danger was possibly ahead. Finally, after a few moments of thinking, she convinced herself to suck it up and take the short 1 hour and 15 minute drive to the next airport.
The drive to the airport was stressful. She almost dreaded getting there, which sadly made the drive much too short. It seemed like she had only been on the road 10 minutes before driving by signs that let her know the airport was just a few miles away. With what seemed like only seconds, the turn into the airport came into view. It was down a street light lit dirt road, and the airport was far down, hidden by hundreds of trees. As the front of the airport came into view, Erin immediatley could tell something wasn't right. Airports around here were typically opened 24/7 and according to the website, this one was one of them. But all of the lights in the building appeared to be off, and there was an unpleasant stillness in the air. She came to a stop and began to sloppily gather her things. Nerves began to take over as her teeth chattered in fear. The night air chill gave her goosebumps as she stepped fully out of the car. Shutting the door, she took a deep breath before walking towards the entrance. Approaching the front door, she stopped again, her heart pounded heavily in her chest, she felt like she couldn't breath. "C'mon, Erin. Don't be such a candy ass", she told herself. After a long moment, she grabbed the handle of the glass door, and to her surprise it wasn't locked and swung open. Stepping inside, she noticed it was pitch black in the building. This building was a bit bigger than the other ones she had been to. She could hear the scuffing of her black converse as she walked further into the building. Camera in one hand and a flashlight in the other, she turned them on, and began searching the building. For a while, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. She began to wonder if the airport was really just closed. It was a large room, with a couple of desks and chairs in a lobby area. A water fountain, a bathroom door, a small television, it was a typical airport lobby. Then she noticed a hallway at the corner of the room. Almost confident nothing scary was happening here, she walked more confidently towards it. It was long and dark, there were about 5 doors and at the very end was another turn. She tried the doors, but they were all locked. Walking further down the hall she came to the turn at the end. Walking at a normal pace, she noticed this room lead to another large room, where she could see a coke machine lit up inside. Before she even realized what was happening, Erin's feet slipped out from under her and she came to a loud thud, knocking the breath out of her. Sitting up, she noticed she was laying in something wet, pointing her flashlight down on herself she quickly noticed a red substance covered her. Blood, it was fucking blood. Erin groaned, trying to hold back a scream. Getting up, careful not to fall back down, her body shook, fear taking over again. "What the fuck!", she loudly whispered to herself, flashing the light around the room. She then noticed a pair of legs in a laying down position, behind the end of a couch. Swallowing, she walked towards the legs. Approaching the body, she closed her eyes for a second, before flashing the light down. She held in another scream, it was a man, probably in his 50's, his head nearly nawed off, a look of fear was spread across his bloody face. The shock of the body cause Erin to scream. She backed up fast and began running towards the hallway that got her here. When she re-entered the room she had first explored, she began to run for the door when she noticed a mirror on the wall that was above an entry hall desk. She wanted to see how bad she looked before she headed into a town looking like she was just murdered. Looking into the mirror, she saw her face was covered in the blood she just fell in. Shakily, she reached into her bag and pulled out a small pack of makeup remover wipes and pulled a sheet out. She began to wipe her face off, whimpering as she did so. As she finished up, Erin heard a noise. Was that the sound of someone walking down the hallway? Erin froze, tears of fear came to her eyes. Erin wanted nothing more than to bolt to the front door, but she was frozen in fear. The sound of clicking boots came closer, and before she knew it, the sound was in the lobby room with her. Still frozen, she looked for the person in the mirror, but to her surpise, no one could be seen. As she heard the footsteps get closer behind her, she heard them stop for a moment, she heard the sound of water. In the mirror, she could see the nozzle for the fountain being turned, water spouting up and the splatter when someone was drinking from it. The worst though was that no one could be seen. It was like a ghost was the culprit. Her thoughts were cut back to reality when she noticed that the water had stopped and the footsteps were heading back to her. They came closer, and closer. She then felt the presense of the person right behind her. The mirror in front of her suddenly cracked loudly, breaking into thousands of peices. She now felt the breath of the person behind her, breathing loudly. It was silent for a while, she even began to wonder if she was imagining things. "Well well well, what have we here", she heard the sound of a deep and ageless man say behind her. She stiffened up, arching her back, her mind screamed at her. "You're a hard woman to find out about, Ms. Erin Neely", the voice continued, "Not as easy to find out about as my last persuer. Erin stayed silent, not sure what to say and not even sure if she could say anything even if she wanted to. This didn't seem to bother the man behind her, the man she was positive was Dwight Renfield. "But", the voice continued, "It's no matter, because I found out enough". "So that really was him leaving me those warnings!", Erin thought. Almost as if he could hear her thoughts, he replied "Oh yes, my dear. I was kind enough to give you a chance. Just like little Dees, but like him you chose to ignore me. Pity". Trembling, she blurted out "So you're real! You're Dwight Renfield!". He let out a dark chuckle, "I'm as real as you are, my dear. I must say though, you're not so camera happy like the others now are you?". To this, she said nothing. She had not realized it till now, but she had not taken many photos. She was terrible at this job. She was once again brought out of her thoughts by the feeling of a clawed hand grabbing her shoulder roughly. She let out a shriek, but stopped when she felt the other clawed hand wrap around her neck. She closed her eyes tightly, and to her displeasure, she felt him pull her against his body. His cape wrapped around them, and she could feel his creepy skin against her face. She was positive this was the end for her, he was going to suck her dry, just like the others. "Do not be scared, Erin. I don't intend on killing you. I will say, it's flattering you came all the way out here just for me.", he said, taking the clawed hand from her neck and now using a clawed finger to trace her jaw line and lips. "It's been a long time since I've had such a beautiful woman chase after me", he continued, now using the back of his hand to rub her face. She then felt his touch go from "loving" to aggressive as he suddenly grabbed her neck again, "Now listen to me, Erin, because I WILL only say this to you once, do not follow me anymore, or I will rip that pretty little neck right out from under your head", he said, taking his thumb and pulling it down on her lower lip, "that much I promise, my darling". She then felt his hands leave her, and she heard a swoosh sound as he began to walk away, boots clicking down the room towards the door. She stood there for a moment, processing what had just happened. Was she going to stop following him? "Of course you are, dummy! Do you want to die?!", her mind screamed at her. She couldn't let him go, he was her ticket to getting that raise she so desperatly needed. And if she came back with nothing at this point, she may even lose her job. Looking up, she saw Dwight now. A dark figure, getting closer to the door, his cape flying behind him. "DWIGHT!", she yelled. This didn't stop him at all, as he continued to walk away as if he never heard her. "Im not going to let you go, Dwight! I need this story, or I will lose everything! If you're going to kill me then so be it! But I'm not giving up!", she yelled, but she imediatly regretted it. Dwight stopped right in his tracks, he was right at the door, but he didn't go out them. She saw his figure turn towards her. She couldn't even get an idea of what he looked like, it was too dark. But she honestly didn't really want to. The clawed hands told her he was frightening. "I should have known that beauty and brains are an unlikely pair", he said darkly as his figure began to walk towards her. Erin got stiff again, and realized she had just signed her own death warrant. She backed up against the wall as he came closer, closing her eyes, getting ready for the final blow. "You want a story, I'll give you one hell of a story then. Expereience is the best thing a writer can have" She opened her eyes just in time to see him right in front of her, before she could speak she felt his hands on both sides of her head, as she was thrown into another wall. She was knocked out instantly. "Looks like we will be getting to know each other a lot better now", Dwight said.