There was something evil lurking deep within the wooded mountains of Tennessee. It had probably been there for hundreds of years and would probably stick around for a hundred more. It made it's home in a swampy bog in the middle of the woods. Every time it rose, it would allow the mud to slide from it's form. Today, the clearing of the mud from it's face, allowed it to see the early morning mist hanging about the forest where it dwelled. It crept amongst the trees, silently. Gliding over small shrubs.
A mammoth oak resting directly in it's path? The tree is uprooted and crashing down behind it. Near the evil's resting place, a stretch of highway curved along the base of this mountain. The rumbling of a truck engine caught the attention of the evil. A large logging truck. The evil made it's way to the highway when a dilapidated, gold, 1973 Oldsmobile came into view. Inside of that very car were six people.
Scott sat behind the wheel driving while his girlfriend, Shelly sat next to him. In the back sat Ash, his wife, Siouxsie and his sister, Cheryl. In Cheryl's arms, she held baby Fable, her niece. On the radio, which was turned down after many protests and about an hour of a screaming kid, belted out an old Baby Moses and The Thrillers song. Shelly tapped the dash board as if it were a drum. "Ash, where are we?" asked Scott, a little too loud but Fable didn't wake.
Ashley re-opened the map with a grunt. "I'll tell ya in a second," he said in the midst of finding their path. "Now we're still on seventy-five just past the county border..."
The dark and brooding evil stopped atop the forest ridge to peer down. It focused on the Oldsmobile speeding below it. Ashley traced their route on the map with his finger. "...which would put us...which would put us..." he hummed, taking in the joy of pissing off Scott.
"Jesus Christ, just tell us already, will ya!?" cried Scott, tightening his grip of the steering wheel to the point where his knuckles turned white. Siouxsie and Cheryl shared a sigh of relief. Fable didn't wake up after that outburst.
Ashley zeroed in on the map with his finger. "...right...right...here!"
Suddenly, the radio stopped, making it dead quiet in the car, and the steering wheel jerked from Scott's tightly gripped hands. The car screetched out of control, fish tailing into the opposite lane. The large logging truck came around the bend, the trucker's hand pressed into the horn. Everyone was screaming, even Fable in some weird infant way but all that could be heard was the horn's scream. The truck and the car raced towards one another, heading for certain collision.
"Scotty, watch out!" screamed Shelly, shielding her face from the possible flying shards of the broken windshield.
"Turn!" screamed Ash as Cheryl doubled over to protect Fable. At the last possible second, the wheel again, allowed a human to be in control. The car swerved back into it's own lane as the truck sped harmlessly past them. Scott had a cold sweat all over his face. Shelly seemed to be frozen in her position. He glanced into the rearview mirror and saw Cheryl hand Ashley Fable, who was promptly screaming and crying. "Damn it Scott, what the hell was that? You trying to kill us?"
"Don't yell at me, it's your lousy steering wheel!" growled Scott. "The damn thing jerked right out of my hand!"
"I can't understand it. I just had this thing in for a tune-up?" said Ashley. He pinched Fable's cheek. "Yeah, daddy got a tune up. Yes he did! Yes he did!"
"Radio's dead too, daddy," sneered Shelly, becoming unfrozen. She tried to click the radio back on but got nothing. Not even static. Dead. Deader than a motherfucking doornail.
"And I just had 'em tune up the whole thing yesterday!" cried Ashley as he hoisted Fable over his shoulder and began to pat her soft, stripped onesie back.
"Well, then take it back cause the damn thing don't work. Only thing that works on the whole car is the lousy horn," snarled Scott, hunching his shoulders. He pressed into the horn. Several local men who were walk down the highway, fishing poles in hand, responded to the sudden horn by waving. "Aw, go to hell, I'm not waving at ya! Jesus Christ."
"Hey Scotty, what's this place like anyway?" asked Siouxsie Williams, running her long index finger down Fable's cheek.
"Well, the guy that's renting it says it's an old place, little run down, but it's right up in the mountains-totally secluded!" smirked Scott. "Best part is, we get it so cheap."
"Why are we getting it so cheap?" asked Siouxsie. There had to be a catch and she knew it. "Is it because it's so old?"
"I don't know, might be in real bad shape," shrugged Scott. What was with all the bitch's questions anyway? A cheap weekend getaway and she's ask questions? How the Hell did she rope Ash into marrying her? Oh! Right! Fable. Ash of course told him it was because of love but men only cared about lust. What a world Scott lived in.
"You mean nobody's seen this place yet?" asked Cheryl. Scott shook his head.
"Might not be too bad," said Ashley, moving a now calmed down Fable into his arms. "Actually, it might be very nice."
"It's probably a real pit," giggled Shelly, playfully slapping Scott's arm like a drunken wench.
"I can't believe that we're renting a place for a weekend that nobody's seen!" cried Cheryl. "You know, mom and dad would never allow you two to bring their granddaughter up to a place like this if they knew-"
Scott turned the car off of the main mountain highway and began to follow a back road. Upon nearing the cabin, the car began to follow a narrow dirt road that wound upwards along a twin set of mountains. "These mountains seem familiar..." said Scott, glancing up at them.
Siouxsie pulled herself up between the front seat and the passenger seat. "What do they remind you of? Something majestic? Adventure?" she asked, cocking a pencil thin and pierced black eyebrow.
"Yeah, more like adventure," beamed Scott.
"Any adventure in particular?"
"Shelly's sweater!"
"My adventure through Siouxsie's leather jacket was more exciting I'm willing to bet," chuckled Ashley. Scott and Shelly both gagged, giggled and carried on.
"As much as I love Fable, I don't wanna hear how she was made!" cried Cheryl, teasing the Williams's by placing her hands over her ears.
"Oooh, you're gonna get it Ash, when you least expect it, you're gonna get it good," said Siouxsie, playfully smacking her husband's arm. "Which may involve another Williams!"
"Oh! Ew! Ew! Oh! Gross, Siouxsie!" gagged Cheryl, making Ashley and his wife laugh.
Ash kissed Siouxsie on the cheek. "Can you believe it, baby? Fable's first vacation?" he asked. Giddiness in his eyes shone through.
"Don't let this happiness make you two bring back yet another little Williams," sneered Scott. He knew Siouxsie joked about a new little Williams, but he seriously hoped that was a joke. She kicked his seat as she planted a kiss on Ashley's lips.
