Do or Die

It was an aphotic and bitter night, the sort of night that gave you the impression that something sinister was about to occur.

Jenna, an adolescent and aggressive woman, was driving home from work when she noticed a hitchhiker on the side of the road.

She slowed down, and the commuter approached the car. He had a rugged appearance with a scruffy beard and tattered clothes. Jenna felt a sense of unease but decided to offer him a ride anyway.

The hitchhiker introduced himself as Max and thanked Jenna for the ride. Jenna couldn't help but notice that Max seemed nervous, and he kept looking over his shoulder as if someone was following him. They drove in silence for a while until Max finally spoke up.

"Can I tell you something?" Max asked in a hushed tone.

"Sure," Jenna replied.

"I think someone is after me," Max whispered, looking more frightened by the second.

"Who? Why?" Jenna asked, her curiosity piqued.

"I don't know who, but I did something bad, and they're unhappy about it," Max said cryptically.

Jenna felt a chill run down her spine. She didn't know what Max was talking about, but she knew she had to get him to safety.They drove for a while longer until Max directed Jenna to a small cabin in the woods.

"Thanks for the ride, Jenna. You saved my life," Max said, hopping out of the car and disappearing into the darkness.

Jenna drove home, feeling like she had just stepped into a horror movie. She couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off, that she had made a mistake by giving Max a ride. She tried to shake it off and focus on her life, but the unease lingered.

A few days later, Jenna was watching the news when she saw a familiar face. It was Max, and he was wanted for the murder of his wife and two children. Jenna's heart sank as she realized that the hitchhiker she had picked up was a cold-blooded killer.

Days turned into weeks, and Jenna was haunted by the thought of what could have happened if she had refused to give Max a ride. She started having vivid nightmares, and strange things started happening around her. Doors would open and close on their own, and she would hear strange noises in the middle of the night. She tried to rationalize it, but deep down, she knew it was something supernatural.

One night, Jenna woke up to a figure standing at the foot of her bed. It was Max, his face twisted in a malevolent grin. Jenna screamed and tried to run, but she was frozen in place.

Max's apparitional anatomy loomed over her, and she could feel his cold breath on her face.

"You should have let me die, Jenna. Now you will pay the price," Max hissed, disappearing into thin air.

From that moment on, Jenna knew that she was marked by Max's vengeful spirit. She tried to seek help, but no one believed her story. They thought she was suffering from a mental breakdown, but she knew the truth. Max's ghost was after her, and she had to do something to put him to rest.

Jenna gathered all the information she could find about Max's life and his family. She visited the cabin where he had taken refuge and found a hidden room with a strange altar. She realized that Max had dabbled in dark magic and had made a pact with an evil spirit.

With a heavy heart, Jenna realized what she had to do. She had to perform a ritual to banish Max's spirit from the world of the living. It was a risky move, but she had no other choice.

Jenna gathered all the necessary items and went to the cabin on a moonless night. The air was thick with tension, and Jenna could feel Max's ghostly presence around her. She lit the candles, drew the symbols on the floor, and started chanting the incantations.

Suddenly, the cabin shook, and a cold wind blew through the room. Max's ghostly form materialized in front of Jenna, his eyes glowing with anger.

"You can't banish me, Jenna. I will always be with you," Max hissed.

Jenna stood her ground and kept chanting the incantations. The room grew darker, and the temperature dropped to freezing levels. Jenna could feel her heart beating out of her chest, but she refused to back down.

Finally, the incantations were complete, and a blinding light filled the room. Max's ghostly form was sucked into the altar, and the room fell silent.

Jenna felt a wave of relief wash over her as she realized that Max's ghost was gone for good. She left the cabin and never looked back.

From that day on, Jenna knew that the world was full of darkness and evil. She had faced her fears and triumphed over the supernatural. But she also knew that she had to be vigilant, that there were other ghosts and spirits out there, waiting to claim their next victim.

Jenna's experience taught her that sometimes, in life, you have to do things that scare you the most.

You accept to face your fears and booty risks, or else you will never know what you are capable of.

And sometimes, when faced with the ultimate do or die situation, the only choice is to fight back with all your might, no matter the cost.

Months had passed since Jenna had banished Max's ghostly presence from the cabin. She had approved to move on with her life, but the memory of that night haunted her every waking moment. She had become obsessed with the supernatural, spending every spare moment researching ghosts, spirits, and other paranormal phenomena.

One day, Jenna received a call from an old friend. The friend, a fellow ghost hunter, had heard about Jenna's success in banishing Max's ghost and was impressed. The friend asked if Jenna would be willing to help investigate a supposedly haunted house in the nearby town.

Jenna jumped at the opportunity. She knew that this was her chance to prove herself, to show the world that she was a capable ghost hunter.

The house was an old Victorian mansion, with creaky wooden floors and a musty smell that seemed to seep into Jenna's bones.

The abode was said to be apparitional by the apparition of an adolescent babe who had died beneath abstruse circumstances.

The family who had lived there before had reported strange noises, disembodied voices, and objects moving on their own.

Jenna and her team set up their equipment and began the investigation. They spent hours walking through the house, taking photographs, recording audio, and using electromagnetic field detectors to try and detect any paranormal activity.

At first, they found nothing. But as the night wore on, Things began to take place. Doors opened and closed on their own, footsteps echoed through the halls, and strange voices whispered in their ears.

Jenna's heart raced as she tried to make sense of what was happening. She had never experienced anything like this before, and she was both abashed and agitated at the aforementioned time.

Finally, they found the source of the haunting. In the basement, hidden behind a false wall, they discovered the body of the young girl who had died all those years ago. The discovery sent chills down Jenna's spine, and she knew that this was no ordinary haunting.

As they left the house, Jenna felt a sense of satisfaction. She had helped solve a mystery and had put the young girl's spirit to rest. But she also knew that there would always be more ghosts and spirits out there, waiting to be discovered.

Jenna's experiences had taught her that the world was full of mysteries and secrets, and that sometimes, you have to confront your fears head-on to uncover the truth. She had learned that sometimes, the only choice is to do or die, and that sometimes, the only way to conquer your fears is to face them head-on.