A bright white light burst from Anabel’s hands encircling Misty, and then nothing. Anabel tried waking Misty, but she didn’t open her eyes. The lip to the coffin they put her in slowly closed. “What is going on?” she said trying to stop the lid from closing, but she wasn’t strong enough.
Running over to the door, “Michael! Carlos! Someone come quickly!” she called, but no one came. “What is wrong with everyone here.” She said shaking her head. Maybe this was their way of making her a prisoner and she would be stuck there until Michael wanted to let her out.
Anabel wasn’t sure how long she’d been there, her stomach growled and she was exhausted, Carlos didn’t even come and see her, and Misty still laid lifeless. “Hey good looking.” Samuel said appearing
