My Girlfriend Got Lost playing the hooded man game. I don't think I can get her back (FINAL)

Part 1
The tall woman sat right next to me. I tried not to look at her like the rules stated but I could see her in my peripheral vision. She was wearing a bright yellow raincoat, that was stained with red drops. I looked outside and sure enough it was raining blood.
The taxi got going again and the woman next to me leaned close to my ear and spoke:
?Are you looking for her??
The Hooded man laughed his creepy chill inducing laugh again. I started to feel extremely unsafe and nauseous.
The cab started driving again and it was all silent in the cab. The blood ran heavier and heavier until the windows were tinted red. The landscape grew more and more horrific. There was a large bridge next to the highway. Hooded figures dropped already hurt and mutilated people off the bridge. Under the bridge was a river of hot magma.
The people that were dropped there literally melted in with the magma. Their skin turned into liquid and darkened until it was the same colour as the magma.
We passed the bridge and came across an even more horrific scene. People were being stitched up alive by hooded figures. Their arms and legs were swapped and then they were left to run.
We continued passing through these horrible scenes but what came next will disturb me even more. It?s hard to describe. You know how we move around in a 3D world and are 3D. These creatures were 4D. I was transfixed by their appearance when I suddenly heard a shrill scream. It was my own. I looked away and closed my mouth.
My head started spinning and I felt like I was about to faint. I closed my eyes for a moment
*****
I woke up on the cold asphalt of the highway. My hazy mind started to clear. I saw the cab far in the distance. They had left me here. Maybe I shouldn?t have talked to the hooded man. Maybe I should?ve been patient and waited until the cab stopped at least. Now I am here alone in this hellish world.
The large red sun was setting in front of me. Soon it would be night. If daytime was bad here, night would be worse.
I moved off the highway and started walking towards what looked like a small village in the distance. I had to get to shelter immediately.
I walked and walked but the lights of the village never grew closer. The large field I was walking on was endless and it felt like I was on loop. The sky grew more and more dark but the village never got closer.
I stopped myself and sat down in the middle of the field. I felt exposed and vulnerable but there was nothing I could do. The village was just an illusion. I quickly turned back to get back to the highway. I ran and ran but the highway never came close.
Hopeless, I collapsed back on the field. The sky was now dark and a blood red moon shone in the sky. I heard high pitched guttural moans around me. Vulture-like birds were encircling me high in the sky. I looked around and saw several dark figures emerging from either side.
The air grew foggy and cold. Combined with the dark, I could barely see a metre in front of me. My blood ran cold as I heard the dragging sounds in either direction of me. I started running blindly. I tripped on an unknown object and fell hard on the ground. I felt a sharp stinging pain in my abdomen.
Instinctually I put my hand there and felt a warm sticky substance. It was blood. I felt around more and felt a hard rock embedded in my abdomen. I pulled hard on it until it came out. The relief was amazing as all the pressure was released. I lay there heaving for a bit unable to move
I realised too late that I had made a mistake. Blood poured out of my wound like a waterfall and my vision grew cloudy. I took off my shirt quickly and wrapped it around my abdomen. I started to get black spots in my vision and I felt extremely dizzy. I hoped I hadn?t lost too much blood. I didn?t want to die here
Suddenly I felt a cold icy grip on my soldier. I turned around and came face to face with a horrible monster. It resembled the grim reaper. It was wearing a heavy dark hood and had a scythe in one hand. The metal of the scythe glinted in the moon and had dark red stains of blood on the blade.
It had a disfigured and bloody face. To this day, its face is etched in my mind and I start having a panic attack every time I remember it. It?s mouth looked like it had moulded together. Like someone had burned
The being picked me up and looked at me up and down. Soon more appeared from the fog. They started talking in a different language. Their voices were deep and heavy.
They discussed for a while before a hooded man appeared from the fog. The grim reaper liked creatures immediately backed off. I recognised the hooded man as the one from the taxi and cried in relief.
?Leave him?, the hooded man spoke in a flat voice.
The creatures obeyed and disappeared in the fog. The hooded man came up to me and spoke:
?Don?t come back?.
Suddenly my head started spinning again and I fainted. I woke up in my house. The first thing I did was check my abdomen. In place of the wound I had was now a big red scar. I suddenly remember Manal and realised that I had not fulfilled my purpose.
Don?t try rituals like these for fun. The other world is not to be messed around with. It is a dark and scary place where we humans don?t belong.


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