Hello there and welcome to my new story, a sequel story to the movie "Drag Me to Hell". I have wanted to do this ever since the movie came out in 2009 but never got around to it. Nothing more to say actually. I leave you now and hope you'll enjoy this.

Disclaimer: I do now own "Drag Me to hell" nor do I wish to do so.

PROLOGUE

The wind was blowing gently that night. It whirled the falling leaves, splitting them in every direction of the driveway. Though it was still rather warm, the cool nuances of autumn were making their presence known, introducing the chilling setting that was about to overcome the flaming summer heat. The lamp post lit neighborhood was pretty quiet, only the sound of rustling leaves disturbing this serene atmosphere.

Christine's mind could not leave what had happened at Rham Jas's place. Although what he had told her sounded insane, she could not dismiss it as a lie. Perhaps the fact that she was still under shock and tired after a long day was fueling her imagination and paranoia. One thing was for certain, she needed to relax. She was going to finish some registries for work and have a nice meal before going to bed. Clay had made sure she got in her house safe before running off to clear paperwork with the towing company that still had her car. After he left, the quietness resumed… but it did not last long…

All of a sudden, a dark gloom was in the air. Shadows danced around chaotically and several of the lamp posts started to flicker. All birds flew from the location, all insects fled away, and dogs began to bark frantically, as if feeling something unnatural and unclean approaching.

In front of Christine's house, on the street, stepped a blonde, tall woman, with long hair and a gorgeous visage. Many men would describe her appearance as stunningly beautiful. She only wore what appeared to be a long, white robe but nothing else. Though she was quite a sight, her expression was worried and pale, as if she had the same negative feeling as all the animals that were behaving fearsomely around her. Her eyes focusing completely forward, she was standing still, not moving even a muscle, as if paralyzed by what she was gazing upon.

In front of her, in the sky above the valley in which the city lay, an enormous black cloud was fast approaching, lit on the inside by flashes of lightning. The scope and size of the vaporous mass was quite colossal, overwhelming.

The woman knew what it was, why it was coming here and that it was not going to stop until it would get what it wanted. But she could not flee like the birds, she had to stand her ground and face head on the approaching monstrosity. It was her duty to protect Christine, at all costs. And so, with a mere thought, she spread luminescent, white wings behind her. They radiated light in all direction, shinning as brightly as they could to counteract the immense darkness of the cloud. Two small pieces detached themselves from the wings and flew into the woman's hands, turning into swords. Adopting a fighting stance as her eyes also reflected the same light as her wings, she was ready to fight.

The cloud was almost right on top of her. But before doing anything else, part of it began to mold into a goat's head, but with more humanistic features such as a nose and mouth.

"Give me strength, father." The woman prayed as she saw the face in the clouds. She was horrified.

"You cannot stop me!" The cloud creature roared, its deep voice echoing chills of terror in the woman's heart. Then, a giant clawed hand blasted out of the vaporous mass and grabbed her by the throat. Outpowered, she discovered that she could not do anything to set herself free of the beast's grasp. It lifted her in the air, bringing her mere inches away from its head. Pointlessly she tried to struggle, her movements only tightening the grip of the hand.

The goat creature grinned, revealing its sharp fangs and its delight at seeing her squirm like a defenseless maggot. Then, in just a second, it roared gruesomely and lunged at her…

The woman lay on the street but her body was ripped into pieces and shredded, scattered into several places like a macabre decoupage. Christine's scream of fright in her house pierced the comforting silence of the once peaceful night…

The first chapter is on its way. Until then, may fortune guide your journey.