It was a dark and stormy night. Phillip had been driving home from work, and he was almost to his house when he realized that he had left his medication at the office. He turned around to go back, but he was quickly lost in the maze of winding roads. As the storm worsened, Phillip became disoriented and panicked. He was about to give up and call for help when he saw a light in the distance. He drove towards it, and he soon found himself in front of an old, abandoned farmhouse. It was the perfect place to weather the storm, and Phillip decided to go inside. He didn't know what he was getting himself into. As soon as he stepped into the farmhouse, Phillip knew something was wrong. It was dark and musty, and there was an eerie feeling in the air. He tried to turn around and leave, but the door had disappeared. There was only a blank wall in its place. Phillip was trapped. He heard a noise coming from the barn, and he knew he had to investigate. As he reached the top of the stairs, he saw a group of hooded figures gathered around a large pentagram. In the center of the pentagram was a young woman, bound and gagged. She was struggling to free herself, and her eyes pleaded with Phillip to help her. But it was too late. The hooded figures had seen him, and they began to chant. Phillip was paralyzed with fear, and he could only watch as they sacrificed the woman to their dark god. Her screams echoed in his mind as he fled the farmhouse, vowing never to return. Phillip ran down the stairs, his heart pounding in his chest. He could hear the hooded figures chanting behind him, and he knew he had to get out of there. He reached the bottom of the stairs and tried to open the door, but it was locked. He pounded on the door, but it was no use. He was trapped. He heard the hooded figures coming down the stairs, and he knew he was in trouble. He looked around desperately for a way out, but there was none. He was going to die. 'You weren't supposed to see this, Phillip,' said the demonic hooded figure. 'Now you're going to have to join us.' Suddenly, the door flew open and Phillip fell through it. Phillip tried to run, but Don was too fast. He caught up to Phillip and stabbed him in the back with the pitchfork. Phillip screamed as the pitchfork pierced his back. He fell to the ground, writhing in pain. Don laughed as he watched Phillip die, his body convulsing in agony. 'You should have stayed away,' he said. 'Now you're just another sacrifice to our lord.'