The infant's coffin was opened, revealing nothing inside but some sticky liquid and tattered burial cloth.
'Is this Abra's coffin? But where is the body? Did it get taken away by the long-armed guy, or did it crawl out on its own?' I couldn't shake off the eerie resemblance to the nightmare I just had about the corpse baby.
'When did I start seeing things? Did a corpse baby really climb out of the coffin? Was my mind playing tricks on me after seeing its face?' I wondered.
I turned to the others and said, "Since we can't find Abra's body, we should leave quickly. This place gives me the creeps, and staying here any longer might be dangerous." I realized we were starting to blur the line between reality and illusion, which was a bad sign.
"You're right, we need to get out of here!" Joce
