it is a gloomy and rainy sunday afternoon. the sound of the light rain drops hitting the ground muffles everyone’s weepings. you look down at the coffin, seeing your ex-best friend’s dead body in there. you think about all of the memories that you had together before the incident happened. what is the incident, you ask? she murdered your close friends out of jealousy. her last words were spoken to you and only you. you vividly remember her whispering in a menacing tone, “you’re next”. you brushed it off because, well, she’s already dead. or so you and the public thought. once her coffin was buried into the soil, to never be seen again, you leave the cemetery. the sun is shining again. what a coincidence. you feel something in the air, something strange, but there’s nothing there. only you and the other people who attended her funeral. the wind is strong, as if there was a spirit nearby. you don’t mind it though, but you don’t ignore it. you feel like something is following you, but there isn’t.

you and the other people who attended her funeral decide to go to the mall to celebrate her life. what seems to be a peaceful event turns into something terrifying. the lights go off, people are crying, screaming, and some are already disappearing. you see a figure in the distance, but you don’t pay too much attention to it and you hide. a few minutes pass by, you hear footsteps nearby. what do you do?