"You did it! By God you did it!" Ash exclaimed. This whole night had been one hellish nightmare. A night in which he had found the NECRONOMICON EX MORTES or Book of the Dead as it's translated. Written in human blood, bound in human flesh, it's said whoever holds it holds the very power of hell itself. The power to raise the dead and possibly control time and just his luck, he stumbles across it on his only vacation time for the entire year. A vacation that was supposed to be spent with his girlfriend, Linda and a cabin deep in the middle of the woods he had heard about from a friend.

It seemed innocent enough. Some laughing, some drinks, a little piano playing then maybe if Ash played his cards right, he may even get a little loving on the side. Hell, it was worth a shot. S-Mart only gave him one weeks vacation time a year and dammit, he was going to take full advantage of it.

But then he found the recording of Professor Knowby reciting those damn incantations and all hell broke loose. Whatever the book unleashed, it claimed Linda and turned her into one of them. His right hand became infested with whatever evil the book carried. Left with no choice, Ash did the only thing he could think of...he lopped it off at the wrist with a chainsaw. Drastic, yes, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Not that any of it mattered at the moment. The evil had spread to the very forest outside the cabin, the tress sliding their branches in like the tentacles of an octopus, desperately trying to get their buds on Ash and Annie.

Annie was the daughter of Professor Knowby. She made her way to the cabin to find out why her parents mysteriously disappeared all those years ago. But now she stood in the middle of the cabin, a massive storm developing outside, having just recited the words to send all the evil the book unleashed away. Ash was beaten, bloodied and bruised. He had even as gone so far as to replaced his right hand with the very same chainsaw he used to cut it off to fight off whatever undead creature crawled his way. A sawed off double barrel shotgun hung on his back in a specially designed holster. He was ready for war and now it was over. He had lost so much, but at least this whole nightmare would come to an end.

Or so he thought.

The moans of the undead outside sent chills down Ash's spine as he hurriedly watched Annie recite the next set of words, the words to send them back to where they came from...

"Tar-tra! Kanda-estra! Barata niktu!" she loudly exclaimed and with a deafening thunder clap, a swirling vortex opened just yards outside the cabin door. A strong vacuum begin to suck everything in sight into the vortex. Pieces of the cabin, furniture, even Ash's beloved 1988 Delta Oldsmobile!

"I'm almost done!" Annie shouted over the gusting vortex. "All I have to do now is finish the spell to close it!" Ash scowled at this and hollered back "HURRY THE HELL UP, WHY DON'T YOU? FINISH THE DAMN THING!"

Holding the book high up again, Annie resumed the spell, her voice nearly drowned out by the sound of the cabin literally being torn apart piece by piece.

"Aton! Neran! Ottauugghhhhhh..."

Annie never got the chance to finish.

Her eyes rolled back into her head, a small trickle of blood dribbled out the corner of her mouth. Horrified, Ash watched as she slowly spun around revealing HIS dismembered hand, possessed by the Book of the Dead and holding a large metal spike it had jammed straight into her back.

"ANNIE!" Ash screamed but it was too late...she was gone. Another victim claimed by the Book of the Dead. The vortex made a strange howling sound, like that of a ghost being tortured for eternity in the afterlife. The hand scampered across the floor, disappearing in the flying furniture.

With a loud "CRACK!" the front door went flying off the hinges and suddenly Ash felt his feet come out from under him. The vortex was pulling HIM in! Desperate, he lunged forward and grabbed a hold a nearby counter top, grasping for all he's worth, using his chainsaw hand to anchor him steady.

"FOR GOD'S SAKE, HOW DO YOU STOP IT!" he screamed, but Annie just stared back with empty, vacant eyes. His only reply came from the creaking of the counter top, before it finally snapped under the strain of the vortex. Still holding on it, Ash was sucked back to the door, the counter top stuck in the doorway. Ash hung there, his legs wiggling in the air, just feet from the vortex. Valiantly, Ash tries to use his upper body strength to pull himself to safety, but this merely adds more stress to the already fragile board and soon, it too, like everything else the book touches, cracks sending Ash head over heels to the center of the vortex.

Spinning, somersaulting, no sense of direction, Ash is chaotically hurtled into the vortex. Surrounded by it, he hears nothing, feels nothing and sees nothing. "Am I dead?" he says quietly, his voice carrying no echo what so ever. Almost as if a reply to his inquiry, he's suddenly greeted with the sensation of rushing air and before he can react, he hits the grass covered ground with a loud THUD.

Ash groans and slowly lifts himself up, dusting off. Looking around, it appears to be in mid-summer. The grass is green, the sky is deep blue and what appear to be cherry blossom trees are in full bloom. Breathing a sigh of relief, Ash concludes he must be home back in Michigan, but such was not the case. It wasn't long before Ash noticed the buildings...they weren't the usual suburban houses he had grown accustomed to in Dearborn. They were old, vintage...what was the term he was looking for? Pagodas! And the people, instead of street clothes, they were brightly colored robes wrapped around their bodies and almost all of them had jet black hair.

This was not Michigan. This was not home. This was not good.