Lily (in her mind): No way… He wouldn't go out barefoot in a desert. Duke's lying. What did he do to Max? Once I get out, I'll report him to the police.
(Cut to Duke, watching from outside, whispering darkly.)
Duke (in the woman's voice): You shouldn't have refused my food. I was offering an easy death... but now, it'll hurt.
(He walks away. Lily finishes packing and heads to the door—but it won't open.)
Lily (panicked): Why won't this open?!
(Suddenly, she smells something burning.)
Lily: What... is that smell?
(Flames start spreading around the house. She's trapped.)
Lily (coughing): No! I don't want to die here!
(Smoke fills the room. Gasping for breath, Lily rushes to the window, opens it, and jumps from the second floor. She lands hard in the sand, injured but alive. She struggles through the thick sand, trying to run—)
Duke (standing at the edge of the burning house, smirking): I saw you.
(His skin cracks and burns, revealing the spirit's true form beneath.)
Lily (horrified): No... No, no, no!
(She runs as fast as she can into the desert. She looks around—no one behind her, no one ahead.)
Lily (panting): Where... where is she? Did I actually escape?
(She stops for a moment—the worst mistake of her life.Suddenly, two hands shoot up from the sand, grabbing her legs.)
Lily (screaming): Ahhh!!
(The hands pull her down into the sand. She struggles, cries, begs—but is eventually suffocated and buried alive.)
Narration:
The village is not a village—it's a graveyard. Beneath the sand lie the remains of countless souls: burned, buried, forgotten. And the spirit—she keeps their ashes bottled like trophies.
she tries to burn the lady's with the house and keeps the ashes of the man's with her as trophies
a short movement
( the burning lady entered her room where she was burned and there was a photo of her in human form and her husband DUKE which means now she holds the body of Duke )
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Years later...
(Four friends wander into the village.)
Friend 1: Hey, why is that house burned?
Friend 2: And it's locked, too...
Friend 3: Should we go in?
Friend 4: Nah.
Friend 2: Yeah... it's probably locked for a reason.
(A figure steps out from behind the house. It's Duke—with a twisted grin.)
Duke (softly): Yes... it's locked for a reason.
THE END