But as she caught her breath, Charlene realized that she had one question: what did Black Ambush want from her? And would it come back for her?
Black Ambush.
The darkness outside seemed to press in around her, and Charlene shivered, wondering if she would ever be able to escape the clutches of the vengeful spirit known as Black Ambush.
She picked up her pace, her breath coming in short gasps. But no matter how fast she walked, the footsteps kept pace with her. It was as if someone was stalking her, waiting for the perfect moment to...
Charlene tried to struggle, but Black Ambush's grip was like a vice. It pulled her closer, its face inches from hers. She could feel its cold breath on her skin, and her heart was racing with terror.
She knew she would never forget the terror of that night, and the legend of Black Ambush would haunt her for the rest of her life.