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This is a continuation of Savannah Dupont's story. What happened next was far beyond her wildest dreams. This is the way she said it happened.238Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWbMe6T55YC
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Savannah drove her 2-door Nova down Lonesome Pine Avenue in Beaumont, Texas, en route to the Buck Cassidy's resort. It was five past seven on Saturday night and she was looking forward to another night of drinking, flirting and just having a good time. She was wearing a knee-length black dress, and matching hat, and black patent-leather boots. She knew, with this outfit, she'd stand out over all the other women in the club.
She was driving past the row of tall city buildings on her left, looking out the window to her right at the Brazos River. Abruptly, the car tried to veer off to the left. Savannah held the steering wheel with both hands, attempting desperately to control the auto that suddenly had a mind of its own. The car began swerving recklessly to the right and then to the left toward oncoming traffic.
It was becoming harder to keep control of the Nova. Her back and neck muscles tensed as she squeezed tighter on the wheel with a death grip. She leaned back hard against the tan bench seat and slammed both feet on the brake pedal. Instead of slowing, the car accelerated----40----50---60----70, and then she smelled it: the harsh smell of human excrement filled the interior of the car.
"Oh, my God!" she screamed as the Nova veered left then right. The front fenders of the Nova twisted and contorted, resembling gnarled, elongated fingers reaching out hungrily. The hood seemed to pulse and writhe like the skin of a living creature, undulating with unnatural movements. The windshield, once a clear barrier, now appeared to breathe in and out, fogging with each exhale as if it were a living entity. From the radio, a cacophony of hellish music erupted, drowning out Savannah's frantic cries. The windshield wipers, now transformed into grotesque human arms, scratched menacingly against the glass, leaving deep marks in their wake. Despite the terror coursing through her veins, Savannah couldn't help but notice the impossible speed at which the car hurtled forward, defying all laws of physics.
I'm going to die! she thought as tears welled up in her eyes.
From the shadows of the back seat, a hellish, threatening voice slithered into Savannah's ears, dripping with malice and menace. "You think you can mess with me?" it hissed, each word laden with sinister intent. "You should've figured it out, babe. Messing with Carlos Gutierrez? Big mistake. Now you're gonna pay big time for your arrogance." Savannah's blood ran cold as the realization dawned upon her. Carlos had indeed cursed her, and now she was trapped in a nightmare of her own making, doomed to face the consequences of her rejection with her very life.
"Oh God, please save me!" she cried, "I'll never make fun of Carlos again, I swear! But it's not gonna be that easy, is it? I know I'm gonna pay for mocking him and those evil spirits. This car's heading straight for disaster!"
The steering wheel jerked violently to the right, sending the Chevy careening through the entrance of the Golden Oak Mall. Metal screeched and glass shattered as the car smashed through storefronts, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. It finally slammed into the central fountain with bone-crushing force, the impact shattering the concrete and sending water spraying in all directions. Savannah's body was thrown forward, her face colliding with the windshield, which cracked like a spider's web. Blood sprayed across the dashboard as she was flung back into her seat, dazed and barely conscious. The radiator hissed and steam billowed from the engine, mixing with the smoke rising from the wrecked storefronts. Savannah lay slumped in the driver's seat, her chin split open to the bone, her body trembling in shock. Shoppers screamed and scattered as they witnessed the horrifying crash, some rushing to help while others stood frozen in disbelief. The Chevy, now a twisted mass of metal and shattered glass, teetered on the edge of bursting into flames, adding to the chaos and terror of the scene.
The chaotic scene at the Golden Oak Mall drew a swift and overwhelming response from emergency services. Sirens wailed as police cruisers and fire trucks descended upon the scene, their flashing lights illuminating the night sky. Mall security personnel rushed to secure the area and assist with evacuation efforts, while mall management coordinated with authorities to manage the crisis. Amidst the confusion, shoppers fled in panic, their screams echoing through the corridors as they scrambled to safety. First responders swiftly moved in to assess the situation, tending to the injured and securing the area to prevent further harm. Despite the devastation wrought by the crash, Savannah was fortunate to have survived. Paramedics worked quickly to stabilize her condition before transporting her to a nearby hospital for further treatment. As the chaos subsided and the dust settled, the true extent of the damage became apparent, leaving mall staff and emergency responders to grapple with the aftermath of the harrowing ordeal.238Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFDl7FJJISr
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As Savannah gradually drifted back into consciousness, she became aware of a throbbing ache in her head, each pulse sending waves of pain through her skull. Blinking against the harsh hospital lighting, she attempted to move, only to be met with an unsettling realization - her arms were unresponsive. Panic surged through her as she fully awakened to find herself confined to the bed by cold, unforgiving handcuffs, digging into her wrists with each futile struggle. The sight of a stark white band encircling her left wrist, boldly labeling her as a "SUICIDE RISK," sent a shiver down her spine, the implications of such a label sinking in with a gut-wrenching dread. Casting her gaze to the room's window, the ominous presence of bars further compounded her disorientation and fear, leaving her to wonder in despair: What the hell happened? Why am I restrained in this sterile dungeon?
"Hey, what the hell is this place? Who the hell said I'm a suicide risk?" Savannah's voice reverberates through the sterile hospital room, each word dripping with frustration and anger. "I demand some answers! Let me out of here!" Her tone is sharp and unforgiving as she repeats her demands, her voice growing louder with each iteration, echoing off the cold, impersonal walls of the room.
A thuggish nurse sauntered into Savannah's room, a scowl etched on the other woman's face as she approached her bed. "Listen up, sweetheart," she began. "You're in the Noshu County Mental Health Institute, in case you haven't noticed." She leaned in closer, her voice dripping with disdain as she continued, "Remember the little stunt you pulled? Yeah, that car crash of yours. You were yanked out of the wreckage spouting some nonsense about an invisible demon hijacking your ride." She paused, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips before adding, "You lucked out on the drug and alcohol test, but your shrink thinks you're one step away from offing yourself. So here you are, strapped to a bed like a goddamn loony."
"I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but I have rights, and you'd better damn well respect them," Savannah retorted, her voice laced with defiance. "If I'm some kind of prisoner in this hellhole, then I'm entitled to make one phone call. And I suggest you get your superior down here before I start raising hell."
"Fine, I'll see what I can do," the nurse grumbled, her tone dripping with annoyance. "Just remember to call collect." With that, she stormed out of the room, leaving Savannah alone with her thoughts.
Savannah sat on the edge of her hospital bed, the receiver pressed to her ear as she dialed her sister's number back in Lafayette. With each ring, her heart pounded in her chest, desperate for the reassurance of her family's support. Finally, her sister picked up, and Savannah poured out her story, her voice trembling with emotion. Her sister promised to come to her rescue but warned it might take some time to arrange legal assistance. As she hung up the phone, Savannah's thoughts drifted back to Carlos Gutierrez, the enigmatic figure who seemed to haunt her every step. She couldn't shake the feeling that he was somehow responsible for the terrifying ordeal she'd just endured. All she had wanted was to find her "Mr. Right" at the resort, but now she was trapped in a nightmare of her own making. At that moment, she realized that perhaps Carlos was right all along. When she finally escaped from this place, she would seek him out and apologize for mocking him and his warnings about the supernatural forces at play.
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