Feeling you have no other choice, you hit the man head on going at least 90 mph. Nothing but his hand is visible as it flaps in the wind on top of  the mini-vans front hood. After about a minute of flapping, the hand disappears from view.

"We just murdered somebody." the woman says.

After slowing down to normal highway speed, guilt seems to creep in and you both begin to wonder if the man is still alive.

"Should we go back?" she asks.

You don't look back...keep driving down the road

Soon you notice the sun coming up over the horizon. You welcome it with open arms as you turn down your vizor from the sun's morning rays. 

Alice is sound asleep as you turn on the radio. An evangelical preacher is the only thing on the AM station. He is set on sending your soul to hell if you don't repent...something like that. The FM channel sends out a faint sound of mariachi music.

Deciding to hit the "CD" button, you quickly fill the van with what sounds like AC/DC's "Highway to Hell." You crank it up to drown out Alice's snoring.

You wish you could be snoring right now.

A sign comes into view. It reads: ENTERING THE TOWN OF GOLD FLAKE...and soon you find yourself in what looks like a old ghost town.

You explore the town of Gold Flake

You park by a nearby tree next to the main road. Most of the what's left in this town seems to have been built in the 1800's. One building reads "Saloon" in bleached out black letters over a double doorway. The doors swinging to and fro in the wind.

You try to wake Alice up but she won't budge. "She must be exhausted from the night's activities." The images of hitting that poor man rushes back into your memory.

I have got to find someone that lives here...anybody.

Walking down the main road, you spot another dilapidated old building that reads: Sheriff's office.

You go see the sheriff

You walk all around the building and look in the dust filled windows. Not a sign of life. You doubt if anyone actually lives in this ghost town.

Tired and a bit confused you wonder what to do next. The only other building still fully standing is the saloon.

You go check out the saloon...you could use a drink.

You find the saloon a shambles.

"I'm not gonna find anything here." you think.

The piano that once played into the night is full of cobwebs and some of the keys are missing. Behind the counter you see a dusty jug of whiskey. It looks as if there might be a swig or two left in the bottle.

"Man I'm thisty...I could go for an energy drink about now but this sure looks good..." you say out loud.

You take a swig or two

The liquid goes down your throat like fire but somehow quenches your thirst.

You continue to explore the saloon with the whiskey bottle in your hand...just in case.

You continue to explore

As you walk down the dusty hallway, you notice a staircase to a floor with doors down one side of the wall. This must be a hotel as well....ah....sleep sounds good right about now.

Suddenly, a crash is heard and a man rushes out of one of the rooms. He is wearing a cowboy hat and a long dusty trenchcoat.

The man is stocky and tall and seems to be missing one major detail....his eyes.

The man looks down on you and points his hand at you sneering. Fire seems to fill the black holes for eye sockets. He jumps down from of the second floor railing and lands on his feet right in front of you.

What will you do....?

You do you have the whiskey bottle? If yes...

The bottle shatters over the cowboy's face making him stagger backward. He attempts to regain his balance and is met by a swift kick in the stomach.

The man let's out a yell and falls on his back not moving. You slowly work your way toward his face unable to comprehend why this man has no eyes...just empty holes. Blood trickles down his face.

You notice a pronounced chin on the man and think he looks a little like John Travolta. 

Leaving the saloon, you are met by a swarm of angry bees. They begin buzzing around you. You soon feel very sleepy. You begin hearing a ticking noise inside your brain.

"A watch...."

You if you have the pocket watch from outside the mini-mart...

Soon, you find yourself following the angry bees. They lead you out of town and into a nearby field where you see people yelling a someone that is on his back. They seem to be angry with the fallen man.

You run up to a nearby tree and take a closer look. Crouching behind the tree, you are  hidden behind some tall sage brush.

There is a black man on his back and tied to a fallen tree trunk. Most of the men and women surrounding him are wearing old 18th century clothes. One lady in a large bonet screams at the man calling him racial and vulgar words. Another man with a pitchfork steps on the black man's hand and motions for a large knife a child of of maybe...14 is holding.

Pulling your gun from the back of your pants you try to listen to what the people are saying. You cock it and wait .

You can't quite make out the victim's face but an overwhelming sadness fills your heart.

AAAAHHHHHH!!!

The black man screams in horror and pain as the man with the large knife begins hacking off his right arm. Blood begins to run from his hand.

A young woman next to the old lady in the large bonet begins to cry uncontrollably as the others laugh and chant out the words: Candyman...Candyman....Candyman...

The boy who once held the knife begins pouring a golden substance that you instantly notice as honey over the black man's body and the bees begin to buzz. The buzzing seems to be coming from your brain.

"Give me my bride!!!!"

The sun is fully over the horizon now. You raise the gun to shoot....but who.

You could put the black man out of his misery...or...shoot at the crowd.

You shoot at the victim

Your aim could have been better.

The bullet makes it's way into the large tree log where the black man is tied to. Bits of bark

The old woman screams and points in your direction. Soon the small crowd is heading in your direction looking angry and mean. They leave the man tied to the tree to die...covered in bees.

You look for somewhere to run but find nothing offers sanctuary. You try to shoot the gun but find it jammed. You toss it at the man with the pitchfork but he easily dodges away from it.

The buzzing in your brain becomes unbearable.

Soon they are on you...

 
~THE END~

 You have reached the "Candyman" ending.