The dashboard clock told the car full of people that it was the late afternoon, nearing Fable's lunch time. The cabin was small, cramped looking. Claustrophobic. Scott turned the car off as he and Shelly looked at the cabin. " Here...here's mama," said Ash, handing Fable to Siouxsie. He gave his daughter a kiss on the head. "I'll make her baba."

Siouxsie stepped out from the car and looked the place up and down, a grin spread across her pale face. "This place is perfect!" she chirped.

Cheryl got out as well but she did not share the ethusastic look with Siouxsie. "The woods come awfully close to the house don't they, sister?" She gave Siouxsie a nervous laugh. Something about this scenrio made Cheryl feel a heavy coil of terror in the pit of her stomach.

Scott slammed the car door as he stepped from the car. Cheryl and Siouxsie hunched their shoulders and glared at him. Scott was honestly surprised they weren't hissing at him. He turned to see Ashley in the same stance. Scott rolled his eyes. "So what's wrong with the woods, they can't bite ya!"

Cheryl turned to see her brother playfully nibbling on Fable. A huge grin across Ash's face. An opened mouth, drool covered smile plastered across Fable's face. She crossed her arms. "It's just a little claustrophobic, that's all."

Siouxsie linked her arm around her husband's arm. She looked up at him with her big doe eyes, "well, I think it's beautiful, Mr. Williams."

Shelly wrapped her arm around Ashley as well. She gave him a giggle. "Me too, it's gonna be a bomb week-end!" Shelly cried, tossing her other arm into the air.

Scott shoved his hands into his pockets and frowned. "This was my idea..." No one seemed to care. He stormed off to the front door of the cabin where he reached up to the top of the door. Scott's fingers brushed a small ring of keys. He glanced to see Ash and Cheryl unloading the car. Scott jingled the keys, catching their attention. "It's supposed to be one of these on here."

Again, no one seemed to care. He drove several keys into the keyhole until he found the right key. Scott unlocked and opened the door. The cabin was dark, making him fumble for the light switch. The light washed over the cabin and Scott found himself surrounded by cedar. The floors, the walls and ceilings seemed to be all made of it. There were three doors.

Two for the bedrooms and one for the bathroom. The homey kitchen stood in front of him, in the back of the main room. Off to Scott's right was an old stone fireplace set into the wall. In front of him, an old grandfather clock stood silently. On the opposite side of the fireplace, was a trap door that probably led into the cellar. Everyone else crowded in the doorway. "Hey, this place has a dungeon!"

Upon Scott's outburst, Fable began to fuss. Ash pushed passed his sister. "I know that cry," he said, making his way into the kitchen. Ashley allowed the diaper bag's strap to fall from his shoulder as he sat the pouched bag on the counter. Ash poured the formula into the bottle that was half filled with water as Cheryl placed her case of art supplies down before she walked over to Scott. He still stood over the trap door. Ashley watched as Scott unlocked the chain securing the trap door.

He tried to lift open the hatch but to no avail. "The fuck wits nailed it shut!" seethed Scott. Feeling like less of a man.

Cheryl ran her hands up and down her arms, as if she were cold. "Good, I don't like cellars," she said. "Probably just some garbage down there anyways."

Scott glanced at Cheryl. "Cheryl, fuck wits don't nail garbage in cellars," he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I mean it's not going to try and get out or anything."

Cheryl blew the bangs out of her eyes and placed her fists on her hips. Scott really was a dick. What did Shelly see in him? "Well, what's down there, then?" she growled.

Scott stood back up and stood back from the trap door. "Well, could be any number of things: old baseball cards, mushrooms, dead bodies-"

Twilight had fallen over the cabin. Everyone sat in the living area of the cabin, talking around the roaring fire. Cheryl had pulled herself away and sat in the corner, near a window. Her gaze was on Fable who was being fed, again, in her brother's arms. Cheryl's pencil glided over the paper, when suddenly her brother, niece, sister-in-law and friends freeze. She could hear a rustling from outside, in the woods. Cheryl peeked outside where she saw nothing but trees.

A gust of wind ran across the room, cooling her down to the bone. Cheryl's hand turned pale and grabbed at the pencil. It began to shake and jerk across the sketch of Fable. It seemed as if her hand was guided by some unseen force. The room grew warmer and the people in the room started to become unfrozen as the drawing became completed. The unseen force left Cheryl's hand and she picked up her pad. An ugly looking book had been drawn.

The trap door began to shake, scaring everyone for a moment. Ashley had dropped Fable's bottle and Siouxsie grabbed it before it rolled into the fire. Fable began to cry as the milk supply had been cut off. But it was not her hunger cry. "What was that?" gasped Siouxsie.

"What're you drawing Cheryl?" asked Ash, trying to change the subject. His index and middle finger went into his daughter's mouth. She happily sucked upon her father's fingers. Ashley walked over to his sister and saw the book. "Is it a bible?"

"No, no it's no bible," said Cheryl. Her voice was quite shaken up. "I don't know what it is."

"Well, that was the start of a great sketch of Fable," said Siouxsie, taking Fable from Ash. "I think I know why you were fussing. I think you need a diaper change."