Prologue:
Burying Secrets
Brantford, New Hampshire – 1869
Two boys were heading into the woods in a horse-drawn buggy, inside of which was a locked chest. The boys seemed nervous and afraid, like something bad could happen at any moment. "This should be far enough." said the older boy, "Come on, Irving, help me bury it." As soon as they had dug a hole deep enough, they took the chest out of the buggy and tossed it into the hole. But when they started to cover it up, the younger boy, named Irving, slipped and fell into the hole. Suddenly, a steady sound of jungle drums started emanating from the chest. "Ahh! Albert! It's after me!" yelled Irving. "Grab on!" said Albert, holding out his shovel to Irving. He hoisted Irving out of the hole and Irving started to run off, but Albert stopped him. "Irving, we have to finish this. Come on, we're almost rid of it." As Albert they finished covering the hole, Irving said "What if somebody digs it back up?" Albert turned to face him and said "May God have mercy on his soul." Lightning flashed behind them as they rode off, the sound of drums still echoing through the night.