Caroline ran as fast as she could without looking back even for once. She was afraid that if she looked back she would once again see her, that if she stopped, she would not let her go. She ran as fast as she could, as fast as her bleeding feet would take her. Tears flowed down her cheeks, unabashed as she could still hear her repeating the same thing.
A wave of relief washed over her when she spotted a door just a few feet away from her. Caroline rushed towards it and tried to open it. In her haste, she stumbled a few times as the voices calling her fake grew louder and louder.
"Camille, did you really think you can replace me?" hearing the demonic voice, Caroline stopped struggling against the door and turned around to see the girl, her cousin, the real Caroline who she had thought had died years ago.