Iris said, “You worry too much Belle. Landon is a big boy andcan take care of himself,” with the same sly laugh that was beginning to really get under my skin. I kept questioning her, “Where is Landon’s car?” I couldn’t quite put my finger on it; something didn’t feel quite right. She said, laughing as if she were under the influence of a demon, “It’s parked up ahead.” I reasoned that perhaps she was just acting erratic because she was intoxicated. This is getting really scary, let’s just get the heck out of here and maybe then she’ll act like herself. I responded, “Sure. Let’s just get out of here… Quick.” as Iwalked slowly in Iris’s wake toward the car. This was obviously not right. My phone buzzed in my hand, but I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts to notice it. Even though I usually don’t answer calls from strangers, I decided to answer this particular one even though it was from an unknown number. “Hello!” nobody answered. The cheerful sound of music emanating from the other
