The scene of the village being terrorized then disappeared. He was in blackness. It was the same black as the old man’s eyes. An unending black, that, if peered into, would peer right back.

There was a woman in front of him. She turned to him. Her face started to melt, flesh dripping from the bones, muscle dripping slower than the rest, organs falling and splattering on an unseen floor. Then the skeleton of the woman exploded into fire.

The fire hung in the air in small groups, then it seemed to be slowly extinguishing itself, as if there was no air to keep it alive. Smoke was amassing while the fires were becoming increasingly small.

The smoke from the fires seemed to be simply hanging there, like normal mist would, but then slowly began to shift, and eventually formed a mouth, with long, pointed teeth. The mouth then spoke.

“Do not.”

The mouth then began to scream. It was the most horrible sound Jeffery had ever heard. His ears burned, and he cried out in pain, but he was always drowned out.