Leaving Weston Hills

The night Hayley Michael escorted Wendy back home.

Hayley struggled through the fog, her vision wasn't steady but she deduced that she was in Weston Hills High and she was attempting to find her way out. Hayley was close to the oak tree, she knew that if she touched the tree that she'd have flashes of all those dead people, the bloodshed, the void, and the unending destruction. She saw the ghost of the same old woman who tried to stop her while she was seeing Wendy off, the old woman didn't move back even though Hayley tried to scare her.

“What do you want from me?” Hayley interrogated.

“The unbinding.” The old woman muttered pointing at the oak tree.

“What's the unbinding?” Hayley asked. She wanted to know more about this oak tree.

“Come.” The woman reiterated seizing Hayley's arms. She grinned revealing her set of yellow broken teeth. Her eyes were frightening and her skin was hanging loose. Her gray hair stopped right above her neck. They both vanished, Hayley marveled, she tho