Della had no idea where she was going, but she knew she had to keep moving. The dream still lingered in her mind, and she couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched.
As she drove, she noticed that the road was becoming increasingly deserted. The trees grew closer together, casting long, ominous shadows on the ground.
As she rounded a bend in the road, Della caught sight of a sign in the distance. It read "Welcome to Willow Creek" in bold letters. The words seemed to glow in the light, and Della felt a sense of relief wash over her.
She pulled into the small town, her eyes scanning the quiet streets. Willow Creek was a small, sleepy town with old-fashioned shops and houses that seemed to have been plucked straight from a history book.
As she turned into a parking lot, Della notice
