Larson was parked in the Gunther Hotel parking lot. The flower was still with him of course, and he was beginning to think that he might actually catch a skilled killer due to communicating with a flower. How unbelievable was that?

Still don't see him anywhere. It's 1:25AM right now, so he should be appearing soon in about five minutes. That's when I make my move.

On his right side, he had his cell on. Officer Davis was on the line, waiting for him to say something of course. Waiting for him to say that he had finally seen him.

"I sense his presence nearby." The flower said.

Larson nodded. He checked his handgun and lifted his head up. It was now 1:30, and still, he saw no one. Maybe Hunchback Hindley was on the other side. If that was the case, then Larson would have to get out of the vehicle right now and get moving.

He opened his car door and looked everywhere. Hunchback Hindley was still nowhere to be seen.

Shit...maybe...

Larson felt something hit the back of his head and everything turned black.

...

A clicking sound was nearby. Where was it coming from? Larson slowly opened his eyes but realized that even after he had opened them, it was still very dark. Most importantly, he felt claustrophobic. Could he have been stuck inside of a coffin with no way out?

Oh, dear God. I feel someone underneath me. Holy shit, it's actually a dead body...

Larson could tell, of course, because of the smell. He tried reaching for his pocket to see if he still had his handgun. He didn't. In matter of fact, he practically didn't have anything—even the peteny flower.

I knew it. There's no way I could've been talking to a flower. It wasn't real to begin with. Who knows how long I've been here. I hope it wasn't more than a couple of hours, because then I would have little time before I start to suffocate...

Larson starts thinking. He doesn't have anything to break open the coffin, and even if he did, he didn't have a lighter or anything that he could've used to see.

I might just be screwed.

Then, he heard something else: glass shattering. So he wasn't six-feet-under, but instead, he was in a coffin room. Hunchback Hindley sure was evil.

Larson continued listening and eventually heard the locks on the coffin break. He was even more confused when the coffin had opened itself up. He quickly sat up and took in the fresh air. While he was doing so, he watched the vines go back outside. So, was it the vines that had freed him?

No time to speculate. I'm free and Hindley is a dead man.

Larson walked up to the door and tried opening it. It was locked. He looked for anything in the room that could be of use to him and found a brick. He picked the brick up and bashed it against the door knob. He then kicked open the door and analyzed his surroundings. He was at a cemetery.

...

The cemetery was cold, way more colder than Larson would've thought. He continued his walk, but he found no way out of the cemetery. It was almost as if this cemetery had no end at all.

Davis...I can't get in contact with him, not until I make it out of this cemetery.

Larson was about to turn around and start walking in the other direction, but as he was looking down, he saw a bunch of fireflies come out along with the mist that was surrounding him. All of this felt unnatural—was it a set-up?

Larson heard footsteps behind him. He quickly turned around and saw that it had been Hunchback Hindley, pointing his own handgun at him, except, of course, he wasn't actually a hunchback.

The main reason why he was called Hunchback Hindley had to do with him acting like a hunchback before he snuck on his victims and killed them. Those things in this day and age shouldn't even be possible to execute effectively without being guaranteed that you will get it, but Hunchback Hindley somehow managed to make it all happen.

"Made a deal with the devil. Figured a guy like you would be easy to trick, as well as your other men too." Hindley said.

So Larson was right this entire time. He might've inhaled something that he shouldn't have, which caused him to believe that he was actually talking to a talking flower.

Seriously? None of it was real? I know it was expected but...

"Was it something I touched? How did you manage to drug me, how? I find it almost impossible." Larson asked, keeping his hands raised.

Hindley sighed.

"That information is useless to a dead man." Hindley replied.

Larson was about to doubt that Hindley would pull the trigger, but then he saw that Hindley wasn't joking around, and of course, he had some gloves on that wouldn't leave his fingerprints on the handgun.

Hindley fired the gun, and Larson fell over.

...

Hours Later, Next Morning, Cemetery

Officer Davis had high hopes for Larson, but it looks like even Hindley had gotten the best of him. Still, he couldn't believe that Larson had been right: it was most definitely Hunchback Hindley that did this.