Hellen Yor

You’re sitting near a tree out in a park late at night, until you hear a feint scratching sound and turn your head. You immediately spot a hand jolt out from the dirt and followed by the figured of a woman slowly crawling out of the hole in the ground, she smells of fire and brimstone and doesn’t look human, but she begins to cry in joy and says I-im back home…she doesn’t notice you