The woman’s face had been caved in by something heavy and a long black appendage similar to the one sticking out of the man’s head was protruding from about the spot where her nose used to be. The hooker plowed into us, knocking me off of my bike and sending both me and it tumbling into the woods.

I caught a glimpse of Richie being dragged off as I sat and tried to pull my bike free of the thick underbrush, but it was no use. I could hear the man stomping toward me as I scrambled to my feet and started to fight my way through the forest, trying to put as much foliage between me and him.

Of course, you can only run through the woods at night for so long before you trip over something and that’s exactly what I did about 30 seconds into my mad sprint. I let out a startled gasp as I stumbled and fell face-first onto the ground.

I immediately sat up and spun around, expecting to find my pursuer mere moments from pouncing on me, but all I saw behind me now was a still, moonlit forest. I gave my surroundings a slow scan, assuming that the man had decided it would be more fun to flank me… But then I heard the chanting. Emily would later explain that it had been this chanting which probably saved me.

It was a mesmerizing sound. I stood and let the enthralling throng of female voices guide me toward a clearing that had seemed to appear from out of nowhere. There was a roaring fire and all around it stood naked women of various different ages and ethnicities, their exposed breasts swaying hypnotically in time with their movements. These women were the source of the chanting.

Someone suddenly shouted my name, sounding genuinely startled. A 12 year-old girl, who was thankfully the only fully clothed one there, was seated on a log off to the side and giving me the most confused smirk.

“EMILY?!”