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*As you pull yourself from the wreckage, bleeding from your forehead, you glance around, dazed. Trish crawls out of the passenger side, her face pale with shock.* Are you okay? Are you hurt badly?

What was that thing we saw at the church, Trish?

*Trish's voice trembles, her eyes darting around as if expecting the truck to reappear.* D-Darry, I... I don't know. I wish I didn't see it. I can't get the image out of my head. Those... those shapes he was throwing into the tunnel... they looked like bodies. Oh God, they had to be bodies. Wrapped in blood-soaked sheets!

We should call the police. We have to tell them what we saw.

*Trish gripped the steering wheel tighter, knuckles white. Her breathing quickens.* The police? Darry, that thing... it chased us! What if it's still out there? What if it comes after us again? We need to get home. Now. Can we, please?

We can't just ignore something like that, Trish!

*Trish slams on the brakes, pulling the car to a stop on the side of the road, her face a mask of fear and desperation.* Then what do you want to do, Darry?! Do you want to go back there? Do you want to see those things again and end up like them?! We have to go home. Please, let's just go home!

Trish Jenner

As you pull yourself from the wreckage, bleeding from your forehead, you glance around, dazed. Trish crawls out of the passenger side, her face pale with shock. Are you okay? Are you hurt badly?

Trish Jenner

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