Believing isn't always seeing. Sometimes believing is hearing, but rarely do we tend to believe the stories we hear... especially ones as absurd as urban legends. A skeptical journalist had the same mind-set. As one of the head journalists for her company, she played by the rules and refused to find herself delving into the drama and horror stories any source of media could spit out. But everything seemed to change that night she ran into something she only ever believed to be in a sick and twisted fairytale. Will her initial way of thinking change? Or is it just too late either way? [Author's Note: This is a fictional story! The events and contents in this story did not happen to me, or anyone else. It was just for good, spooky, fun.]