If you came here from Facebook, thank you for staying. I know the ending of Part One left you shaken. It did the same to me when I lived through it. What you’re about to read is the full truth of what happened that night in the abandoned cemetery, and I swear every detail is real. Prepare yourself—because the explanation goes far deeper than I ever imagined.I stood frozen in front of that grave.My brother’s smile. The freshly placed flowers. And the note—written in handwriting identical to mine, yet something I had never written.“The lady says the time is almost here.”My brother’s voice echoed inside my head. My heart hammered so loudly I could barely hear anything else.

I grabbed his hand, gripping harder than I meant to, and tried to pull him away.“We’re leaving,” I said. “Right now.”He didn’t budge. He kept staring at the headstone, wearing that hollow smile that filled me with dread.“I can’t,” he replied softly. “She says I need to wait just a bit longer.”The ground seemed to tilt beneath me. I searched frantically for Mom, but the shed was far off—too far. And between the rows of graves, mist began to creep upward, curling from the soil like pale fingers reaching out.That’s when I noticed something that made my blood run cold.