As you back up against your car, sweating from nervousness, the woman waves her hands in the cold night air and begins chanting in a language you assume to be long dead. In the darkness of the night, it almost looks like her eyes are glowing with some kind of purple light. All of a sudden, a thick haze of purple light springs to life in her palms and fingertips. Then, chanting one last line, she points her fingers at you and a bolt of light shoots out of them and hits you squarely in the chest.
You are instantly hit with a wave of nausea. You sink mercifully to your knees, your stomach seemingly bending and twisting in your body. You get down on all fours and vomit on the road. A wave of energy washes over you and you sit up against the car, gasping heavily and sweating profusely. You feel strange and vulnerable. What has the lady done to you?
However, pride soon overtakes any fear or uncertainty. You are determined not to show weakness in front of this old bag. Biting your tongue, you get back on your feet and smile feebly at the old woman. "Nice magic, you old hag. Do you wanna do a card trick for me next?" you say, as smugly as you can. The old woman just smiles, a light breeze causing her scarf to bounce and jump. "Yes, very." She says smugly.
"Fuck you." You say again. "Did you really think that would do anything? God, you're so stupid. Now I've gotta walk two miles to the gas station. I don't suppose you want to give me a ride?" you say sarcastically. The woman smiles grimly. "No. Have fun with what is to come." She says quietly in a triumphant tone. Then, she steps back in her car and starts the engine, roaring off down the road, getting farther and farther away, until it's only you and your wrecked car in the darkness of this country road.
You shake your head and turn, beginning to walk in the direction of the station. As you walk, your stomach continues to lurch every now and again, and your head is sometimes swept up in a wave of pain. But you push these aside, as your only thought is to get to the station. It's creepy, walking down a deserted country road with only the brilliant stars above you as a light, but it beats nothing.
What did the old woman mean by 'what is to come'? You briefly worry over this before concluding that the woman was just crazy and trying to scare you. It's at this moment that your stomach lurches more violently than before, and you begin to feel strange. "No." You mutter under our breath. "I won't fall victim to your mind games." You continue walking, looking straight ahead, not noticing or caring about the changes that have begun happening to your body.