The dissipation of the fog was slow and dramatic, revealing an painstakingly emerald landscape in front of Dwight as the mistiness seeped away into thin air. He blinked hard, readjusting his glasses as he scoured the new setting- it certainly was not the same place as before. The sky above was a sickly green, casting everything in a toxic looking haze. The air smelled like a mixture of oil and rust, as the tangy metallic taste of something slithered onto his tongue.

It looked like a junkyard. Cars all piled up on one another creating an endless looking wall to his left, with more scattered around randomly amongst a ton of other garbage that cluttered the ground. Flimsy cardboard boxes, stacked towers of tires, fallen vending machines, lawn chairs and oddly placed pallets were crawling across the expansive site, making it seem hard to maneuver through unlike the last location that was generally more open.

"Hey, we all started together!" Came the voice of Claudette from behind Dwight, startling him right out of his skin. He whipped around on his heel, finding that all three of his companions were huddled together amongst a burning fire barrel, placed perfectly in the center of them. His eyes caught Meg's haunted stare, reminding him once more of what she had said back at camp. A spark ignited in his heart.

There was no time to waste... that was their big mistake last trial.

"Let's go find these generators," Dwight suggested, heading to his right where a scrappy and decaying building stood. Out front was a looming sign that flickered eerily- "Gas Heaven" it proclaimed in big, neon letters. It was a gas station fitted with a simple convenience store and a one garage auto body shop from what Dwight could see as he rounded the wooden paneled corner. In similar fashion to the warehouse from before, this place seemed just as abandoned. Trash littered every nook and cranny, something Dwight took notice to as he cautiously nudged the front door open. A bell rang just as he jutted the door a little too far, sending the hairs on the back of his neck straight up. He peered above him, finding it was just a greeting bell attached to the top of the door. How sinister could a simple little bell be?

He held the door open, allowing the others to carefully weasel their way inside.

The shelves were a mess, left dirtied by open containers and spilled products as well as other debris from abandonment in general. The dust carpeting the floor kicked up at their feet, billowing in short puffs as they neared the entryway leading into the garage.

Inside was the flickering glow of a generator. Dwight sighed, kneeling beside the machinery. "Let's get to work."

Jake and Claudette hopped to the open sides of the generator, the fourth spot being obstructed by an old truck which it was pressed up against. Dwight spared a look back at Meg, who stood there unknowing of how to help since only three people could work on it at a time.

"Just keep an eye out for us," He told her, tossing a half-assed smile her way that looked more like a grimace than anything. She just nodded with a stoic expression, though a certain gleam in her eye told him she appreciated his attempt at positivity. The girl crossed her arms and leaned up against the door frame that split the store and garage, her gaze never faltering from the front entrance or the shattered window beside it that peered outside.

The generator trio worked and worked, their actions becoming swift and easy like clockwork in a way. Hardly did either of them have any hiccups, finding that they had all four pistons pumping fast within just a few minutes.

Dwight was working on fixing the last blockage when the front door bell rang...

Ding!

Meg, who was still staring right at the source of the sound, quivered and backed away into the garage with her words clearly caught in her throat as she stuttered.

"Uh- gah- guys the door just opened on its own!" She yelped, fleeing to stand behind the truck.

Still knelt in front of the generator, Dwight dared to look behind him... but discovered that nothing was there. He quickly reached back into the gen, wanting desperately to get it going as he only needed to flip one more part around. His fingers worked so fast they were but a blur speeding around the interior of the machinery.

"Maybe it was just the wind?" Claudette reassured the girl. Her and Jake were both standing warily now, still on either side of the generator with Dwight working at the panel in between them. The doorway remained empty, no scary monster charging in or any threat at all for that matter.

The generator was close, the rhythm of the pistons pounding so loud that the small room was completely enveloped in its sounds. Dwight yanked down on a metal rung within the main chamber, realizing it was the last thing he needed to do before pulling the exterior lever. He threaded his hand out of the mess, coming up when he was suddenly interrupted.

Bong!

The ringing of some sort of bell resounded through the garage, vibrating through the walls at an even higher frequency than the racing pistons produced.

Dwight veered around, hand just gracing the lever on the surface of the hot generator when he saw it.

Bong!

A figure appeared from nothing in the doorway, the simmering sound of what looked like a thin tide of molten shifted across the thing's body, replacing what once was open air with its ashy charred skin that more resembled tree bark than normal flesh. The hot looking waves of embers continued to roam the surface of the rags it wore, materializing more and more of it until finally it got to the figure's face, revealing two beady golden eyes staring at them blankly through the shadows. Three white, crudely drawn tally marks scored across its vaguely human features with what appeared to be jagged sticks protruding from the very top of its head.

Held within its left hand was an old looking bell, meticulously designed with a, likely real, human skull attached at the top of the metal. Grasped in the other hand was a gory weapon crafted with a spine that curved up to its full length before leading into a yet another skull that had a short blade protruding downward from the bottom jaw. A long metallic strip held it all together, serving as a hilt by the bottom of the vertebrae.

A ghostly whoosh sound announced the ending of its manifestation, leaving the group barely any time to react when it launched forward in the blink of an eye. It swung the spinal weapon high in the air before coming back down, landing a slice right down on Claudette's chest- who managed to be the unlucky soul standing closest to the monster. She screamed in pain and terror as the strike effortlessly shattered her collarbone apart, her body slamming against the truck.

Dwight viciously cranked the lever down on the generator as Claudette's blood splattered across his face. His heart pounded, the feeling of his rushing pulse sending him to his feet quickly as he looked for an alternative exit since the monster was blocking the one they had come through.

The generator popped and whizzed making the garage door to Dwight's right loudly scrape open at the newly provided power. All four of them scrambled out before there was barely even a two foot opening made by the rising door.

Claudette struggled to move through the new exit route, stumbling to her knees as she crawled her way out. But she wasn't fast enough, another blunt squishing coming from behind her as the thing diced her thigh from the other side of the garage door. The botanist released another agonized wail, gritting her teeth as she attempted to keep dragging herself out; however by that point the door had already receded up high enough, giving the freakish monster enough space to step outside where the poor girl weeped helplessly.

Across the way, Dwight watched the scene from behind a crushed and rusted over car. The ghostly beast leant down in the same way the Trapper had, scooping Claudette on his shoulder before leading her to a gnarly hook that was nestled right beneath the Gas Heaven sign. Just like last time she was ruthlessly tossed onto it which was followed by more painful shouts from her as the metal pierced an easy hole in her flesh.

Bong! Bong!

The thing pounded its weapon twice against the bell, chiming two notes that whooshed its form back into invisibility. Dwight shuddered. This one was going to be difficult.

"Manglyeong." Whispered Jake's rugged voice from beside Dwight's ear, causing him to gasp.

"Jesus-" He said breathlessly, jump-scared for the second time by his own companions. "What does that mean?"

Jake only moved his eyes, looking at Dwight from the side through a wary expression. "The Wraith. An evil spirit that has many powers. This one travels through a different realm, cloaking and uncloaking among dimensions at the will of its bell."

Dwight, who was slightly invested in Jake's words, leaned forward curiously. "What is this, some sort of weird folklore that you know?"

He shook his head, snorting. "Mhm, Scottish. I've been forced to read a lot useless books."

Remembering that Claudette was still strung up on a hook, Dwight offered Jake a simple, "Oh," Before running off to save the botanist.

Just as Dwight was only a few feet from Claudette's dangling body, Meg appeared from nowhere and leapt to the other girl's rescue. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted him bounding up to them, a slight look of relief dawning over her face.

"What is that thing?" Meg asked him worriedly while reaching up, placing her hands beneath Claudette's armpits and roughly slipped her battered form off of the monstrous hook.

"A Wraith, according to Jake." Dwight offered up the other man's knowledge before coming over to the girls, giving a hand in walking Claudette to a more hidden area to treat her wounds. "Where's the med-kit at?"

"Garage..." The botanist groaned through clenched teeth while they carefully placed her on the ground next to an ice maker machine, right on the outer wall of the gas station.

"Okay," He turned to Meg, nodding. "I'll be right back."

The whirling of the generator was a welcomed sound that helped drown out his urgent foot pattering as Dwight swiftly returned to the auto body shop. The med-kit, which now had various people's blood stained all over it, laid slightly beneath the truck. He dropped to his knees and snatched it when a shiver ran down his spine.

What was similar to a demented purring could be heard from right behind Dwight, which was followed by the chilling rings that emanated from the Wraith's gruesome bell.

Bong! Bong!

The ghostly whooshing of his manifestation had Dwight lodging himself under the truck within a millisecond. The Wraith's blade smashed into the weathered concrete floor, right where the man had just been not a blink earlier.

Army crawling out through the other side of the truck, Dwight spotted a pallet leaning up against the wall beside him and quickly arranged his body near it. He looked to his left, watching as the Wraith menacingly skipped over to him from around the front of the vehicle.

WHAM!

He brought the pallet down onto the monster, a throaty cry escaping it as the wood splintered across its rough skin leaving him stunned. Dwight ran, sparing no time to stand and ogle at the damage he just dealt to the Wraith. He looked down at the med-kit in his hand and pulled back before launching it over in the direction of the ice machine, hoping that the girls would see it.

The pallet shattered behind him, to which the man figured the beast would continue to pursue him through the car wreckages. One look behind him confirmed his suspicions, watching as the Wraith brought his bell up and rang it twice. His figure disappeared in the same terrifying way as before, however with the way the moonlight was cast down on them Dwight could see the slightest reflection of the Wraith's outline as it meandered through the junkyard after him.

So depending on the lighting conditions, you could still see it even when it was cloaked in its invisibility . Duly noted.

With his legs pumping as fast as they could, Dwight shredded past the scenery- banging a right by a big diesel truck that was completely gutted on the inside. As he rounded the corner, he noticed that there was a familiar arrangement of walls in this junkyard location- nearly identical to the last place aside from the fact that these ones were a compilation of scraps all mushed together to create a similar effect. They even had the windows in certain spots and pallets at narrow openings, making him wonder if there would always be these maze-like formations within each trial.

Getting a little too lost in his thoughts, Dwight nearly ran himself into a dead zone with no resources for him to utilize. He shifted to the left, tumbling toward one of the sloppily enforced windows located in the makeshift wall. He vaulted through it with a gracefulness he didn't know he possessed, coming to crouch down once his feet landed on the other side. He scoured the area for anything that could help, seeing nothing but the galvanized roofing of one of those red lockers just beyond the wall to his left. Was it worth hiding inside if it meant he had no other plan of escape if the Wraith managed to find him? Hm, that was the shitty part about trying to survive against a bloodthirsty killer- you had no time to make rational decisions!

Hearing the passive sounds of the Wraith drawing near, Dwight made the last minute choice to sneak over and enter the locker, bringing his back flush against the rough wood once safe inside. His chest heaved with anxiety, suddenly feeling quite claustrophobic in there with the walls so cramped around him. It smelled musty and old which served as no further comfort to his already overwhelmed senses while he patiently listened for the monster outside.

Bong! Bong!

The Wraith's bare feet sunk feverous steps into the ground right around the locker Dwight took refuge in. He held his breath, body stiff as a board.

The monster's lithe frame circled the maze of walls, searching eagerly for Dwight. It was almost as if he knew he was there, it was just only a matter of time till he checked the last possible spot for him to have gone. It was like a bloodhound snooping and sniffing through every square inch in order to track down their delicious prey.

Prey... it was a scary word to call yourself, Dwight thought.

As time passed he could hear that the Wraith was beginning to doubt that Dwight remained in the area before eventually scrapping the search and rang his wailing bell, whooshing off to go find someone else.

After having held his breath for so long, Dwight heaved out a sigh.

Bong! Bong!

In an instance the Wraith appeared right in front of his locker, ripping the doors open and plunging its blade against the wooden back panel where it stuck in the splintered piece right beside Dwight's head. He cried out as its lanky arm shot forward and snaked around his body, hoisting him out of the locker and onto its shoulder like all the others.

Though this time was different considering Dwight wasn't injured. He wiggled and thrashed around in a valiant effort to break free from the Wraith's grasp.

Kicking, punching and screaming all barely budged the ghostly monster who merely trudged across the landscape of rust and debris with little falter from Dwight's efforts.

Click, click, click.

Dwight watched as a beam of light flashed on and off of him and the killer, making the man rear his head around to try and see what was causing the disturbance.

Walking backwards slowly to keep in pace with the Wraith was none other than Jake who wielded a flashlight in his hand, incessantly clicking the device on and off. Dwight tried to think quickly- realizing the flashlight could actually come in handy if they used it right.

"Jake-" The Wraith tightened its grip on his torso momentarily before releasing slightly in response to the annoying light. "Shine it in its eyes!"

Taking the orders, Jake clicked the beam on and shone it right into the Wraith's face barely a few feet between them. From the distance it had to have looked somewhat comical given the close proximity of Jake shoving the flashlight right into the monster's eyes obnoxiously.

Funny or not, it worked.

Dwight crumpled onto the ground and got to his feet in a flurry of rapid movements, finding that the Wraith was growling loudly at Jake after having been staggered by the intensity of the light. As the beast straightened, it honed in on Jake- who gave it another two clicks of the flashlight before darting off.

That crazy son of a bitch, Dwight thought as he watched the Wraith angrily ring its bell and chase after his new target. Jake was a different kind of brave, apparently.

Oh to be as fearless as him.