I thought I had more time, but the blood spirit was quicker on its "feet" than I was. Just as I leaped over the barrel and through the illusionary wall, its misty hand brushed my shoulder. In that instant, the world fell out of focus around me and I felt an overwhelming weight of despair and hopelessness come crashing down upon me. I heard my voice, as if from a distance, wailing in the same tone the blonde had used seconds before her death. The cut on my chin sprang open and blood poured from it. A ruby-red mist filled my vision, blinding me. I knew I was about to die ...