text: "So what's our plan?"
  
  
  "The Dead Man."
  
  
  "What? The ghost?"
  
  
  "Yeah. We could use him."
  
  
  "Ghosts aren't real, Hazel. Maybe you should sit down."
  
  
  "I saw him."
  
  
  "Ghosts aren't..."
  
  
  "Becca, our friends have been kidnapped by demon-summoning cultists, and you don't belief in ghosts at the moment?"
  
  
  "I... I guess."
  
  
  "Yeah. Let's go pay him a visit."
  
  
  You turn and lead Becca off towards the Dead Man's Barn. After about five minutes of jogging, you reach the empty field that's brightened in the moonlight, with the large, old abandoned barn standing there.
  
  
  "Come on!" you say.
  
  
  You reach the barn, and begin prying plywood out of the way. You pause, remembering the Dead Man's hatred of Becca, pause.
  
  
  "I'll go inside alone," you say.
  
  
  "Are you sure?"
  
  
  "Yeah," you say.
  
  
  Becca shrugs, pulling the plywood out of the way and clambering inside. You are immediately engulfed in darkness. The soft rustle of the grass ceases as the entire barn is filled with a silence. Then, a whistle breaks out. The Dead Man begins whistling a slow, soft tune, the only thing that breaks the silence. Each note is mixed with the wet squelching you heard the last time. You see him leaning on a large wooden beam, his long, cut open grin staring back at you. The whistling stops as shadows seem to enrapture him. He disappears from his position leaning on the beam, and you feel hot breath on the back of your neck.
  
  
  "I didn't think you'd come around here, darlin'. I was certain you'd be smarter," you hear him whisper from directly behind you.
  
  
  A gloved hand begins to stroke your hair as you feel a metal blade press against your throat.
  
  
  "No bother. I won't mind cutting you up a little."
  
  
  "Wait! I want to make a deal with you!"
  
  
  The blade stops and twists so that the flat of the blade is rubbing your neck.
  
  
  "Alright... you bought yourself a minute. Explain."
  
  
  "I want to help you get revenge."
  
  
  "No you don't.You want something that coincides with me getting my revenge. What?"
  
  
  "I need Mrs Jordan, Alison, Sheriff Buckly and Doctor Kessel."
  
  
  "Alison. What's her last name."
  
  
  "Parker."
  
  
  "Oh yeah, Parker... Damn right I want my revenge. But it seems you're far more desperate than I am."
  
  
  "I..."
  
  
  "I want something. The Montgomery girl."
  
  
  "What?"
  
  
  "I want you to bring me her."
  
  
  "I don't have her. She left..."
  
  
  The Dead Man smiles as his grin is elongated once again because of the cuts as a wave of blood spills down his cheeks. He leans forward, running a hand against your cheek and down your neck.
  
  
  "Bring me the girl... and I will help you kill every last person you want dead."
  > You lie and escape while claiming to be luring Becca in
  "OK. I'll go get her."
  
  
  "Oh, I can't let you leave until you Becca's here."
  
  
  "She's not going to come wander into the darkness just because I'm calling. I need to go out there personally."
  
  
  "...Hmm... Alright. Go get her."
  
  
  You nod, and head out of the barn slowly. Each step you expect to feel the steel blade slicing through you, but you keep walking, trying to appear calm and collected. You reach the ray of moonlight, and climb out of the barn, finding Becca.
  
  
  "What happened?"
  
  
  "We... we need to go. Come on."
  
  
  You grab Becca's arm and quickly pull her quickly away from barn, heading back into the field.
  
  
  "What happened there?"
  
  
  "It doesn't matter. Just make sure to never go inside that barn."
  
  
  "What do we do now? How will we rescue our friends?"
  
  
  "I had a few more ideas."