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Soon her father decided they had to try to get away. They all jumped into the car and just drove away without packing, preparing or straightening up. They just ran. The car lurched as they made the coast highway. They looked around. Nothing seemed familiar. There seemed to be a thick fog just in the distance. It blurred the landmarks, so it was hard to tell where they were. They drove for an hour wandering around country roads. Something seemed off. No signs. No other cars. It was like a phantasm. Soon the sun was at its highest spot in the sky and they pulled over to get their bearings. When they pulled off the road they found themselves back at the dirt road that led to the cabin. They had been driving around in circles. They turned the car around and headed out in the opposite direction trying to escape the nightmare. They drove until the sun was getting low in the sky. They pulled over and got out to stretch their legs. But to their frustration they were back at the same dirt.

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