Creepiness

Help her

I remember her. She came up to my car, asking for a ride. "help her" she said. not ME, but HER. She seemed pretty normal. there wasn't a prison nearby for 20 miles, and she seemed innocent. I don't know. maybe she was a good runner. I just thought she took a wrong path on a trail, and got lost. so, i let her into my car.
"Thank you" she said. "Yeah, don't worry. Where do you live?" "Where the red blood meets the grave." What? I looked back at her. her smile turned into a blank face. her eyes... they turned darker. "Help her." Ooookay. This began to freak me out. The grave? The cemetery? It was worth a shot. I drove there as fast as the speed limit would get me. After a few minutes, a sharp pain drove into my back. "HELP... HER..." I could barely move after that. But i had to continue. I ignored the speed limit, and hit the gas. She began screaming. "HELPHERHELPHER" WHAT WAS GOING ON? We finally reached the cemetery, and i felt another pain on my back. She didnt get up, and... Oh god. Her, her skin was pale white. She was rotting and flesh was falling off, and her eyes... Oh god the eyes... I picked her up. "Help... Her..." I couldn't move. My limp body fell in front of a grave. I read the tombstone, as my eyes were the only thing that worked. The girl on the tombstone died 3 years ago. But it also showed a picture. My god, it was her. It was he girl i let into my car and turned into that thing and i helped... her...