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Despite the warning that had been issued to the town after last year's Halloween massacre, Melissa walked the pitch black streets in her favorite come-hither costume. New to the area of Hollow Lane, she dismissed the tales of the blood bath that had allegedly occurred one year ago on this very night. Just silly townfolk being overcautious and trying to frighten the new outsider is what she told herself. She bundled her cape around herself, shivering with both the cold and anticipation, as she continued her Halloween tradition of trick-or-treating. An old ghost story wasn't about to stop her.

The roads were so dark it made it near impossible for Melissa to catch herself in time. The enormous tree branch seemed to come out of nowhere and Melissa fell with a hard thud. Slicing her costume in two and bruising a handful of appendages, she decided to let the town have its way and was forced to turn back towards home. Squinting in the coal black darkness, she struggled to ascern which direction she had come from. Taking a stab in the dark, so to speak, she headed east, confident in her decision of which way was home. The wind howled and leaves crackled, making the normally fearless Melissa a bit uncomfortable. Anything could happen on these streets at night....

A man's voice cut through her reverie, " Need a ride, miss?" A lone taxicab had pulled out of thin air up to the curb. She hesitated, then remembered where she was, and accepted. Getting in the warm cab, she breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly exhausted, she leaned her head back and closed her weary eyes.

Melissa awoke with a start to the sound of the high pitched shrill feedback of the cab driver's walkie talkie. Silently cursing to herself, she looked around, realizing she recognized none of the scenery that was passing by her at incredibly high speeds. Banging on the divider window, she screamed when she saw that the driver's seat was EMPTY! The cab was soaring up mountainous terrain higher and at breakneck speeds. Melissa tried the door handles, windows, and all possible openings; it was no use because everything was either jammed or broken. Suddenly, the car lurched to a halt at the precipice of the mountain. Melissa was thrown into the divider window, shattering a partial area. Spitting blood from her mouth, she realized two teeth were also ejected with the bloody saliva.

Faint whispers were all around her. She couldn't make out the words first, but slowly they became more concise. " Listen,listen," the

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