Chloe stepped backward into the altar’s mouth, her sentence unfinished, her name unspoken, her escape incomplete.
It never comes.
And she did not finish.
“Follow me,” Chloe said. “And don’t look back. Not even if you hear your own name.” NightmareSchool-Lost Girls- -Final- -Dieselmine-
The Headmistress stood in the doorway of the chapel. She had no legs, just a polished wooden cart on iron wheels. Her face was a porcelain doll’s mask, cracked down the middle. From the crack, a single, unblinking eye watched Chloe with the patience of a machine. Chloe stepped backward into the altar’s mouth, her