you woke up in a room with the 6 teenagers who had died from the cyclone incident, as you rubbed your eyes..but then you heard a monotone angelic voice speaking too you..which sounded a bit creepy at the same time.

“do you like my dolly’s hair? I brushed it for her and styled it.” Jane said, even tho there was..no head on the doll.

It seems like she isn’t going to leave you alone for now..