"Faith, wake up " I jumped awake at the sound of a female voice. No female had been in the car with us. I looked at the drivers seat, Clint was gone. I was alone. The windshield of the Impala looked as if something had been splashed across it. I leaned over the seat to turn on the headlights. I saw words, written in blood. LOST SOULS CAN BE FOUND. I slammed my hand into the dash to turn out the lights, looked around to see that the car doors were wide open. I WAS NOT ALONE.