The Secret Society

Rebecca spent the rest of the day driving around town, trying to gather information about the strange occurrences in the area. She stopped at a local diner for lunch and struck up a conversation with the waitress. The woman told her about a group of people who met in the woods at night, performing strange rituals under the cover of darkness.

Rebecca felt a chill run down her spine as she listened to the woman's story. It sounded like the same group of people she had encountered the previous night. She thanked the waitress for the information and left the diner.

As she drove towards the woods, she thought about what the waitress had said. The people in the woods were obviously part of some kind of secret society, but she had no idea what they were up to or what their ultimate goal was.

She parked her car by the side of the road and walked into the woods, following the path she had taken the night before. As she walked deeper into the woods, she saw a flicker of light in the distance.

She crept closer, trying to stay hidden, and saw a group of people gathered around a bonfire. They were wearing black robes and chanting in a language she didn't understand. In the center of the group, she saw the same man from the motel lobby, wearing his black suit and sunglasses.

Rebecca felt a sense of dread wash over her. She knew she was in over her head, but she couldn't turn back now. She had to find out what was going on.

She slowly made her way closer to the group, trying to stay hidden in the shadows. As she got closer, she saw that they were holding a knife, and the man in the black suit was preparing to make a cut on his arm.

Rebecca's heart was pounding in her chest. She knew she had to act fast. She pulled out her camera and started snapping pictures of the group, hoping to capture some evidence of what was going on.

But her plan was foiled when one of the members noticed her. "Hey, who's there?" he shouted.

Rebecca turned to run, but it was too late. The group was already converging on her, their eyes full of anger and hatred. She felt hands grabbing her from all sides, pulling her towards the bonfire.

She struggled, trying to break free, but it was no use. They were too strong. She felt the blade of the knife press against her skin, and then everything went black.

When she woke up, she was lying on the ground, her head pounding. She tried to get up, but her hands and feet were bound. She looked around and saw that she was in a small, dimly-lit room.

As she tried to wriggle free, she heard footsteps approaching. The door creaked open, and the man in the black suit stepped inside.

"Welcome to our little club, Rebecca," he said with a sinister smile. "I think you're going to fit right in."