Scott peered out of the window. The unseen force watched him but he saw absolutely nothing. "Shelly, I think you should get some rest. Ash, Siouxsie and I will stay up," said Scott, giving his girlfriend a kiss. Shelly nodded. "Everything's gonna be okay. Come morning, you'll see."
The three watched as Shelly trudged to her bedroom. Her boyfriend sat in front of the fireplace as Ash glanced at the book, then at the old clock, the heavy arm stood silent, still in mid swing. The unseen moved from watching Scott to watching Shelly undress. Once Shelly had slipped into her nightgown, the force burst through the bushes and rushed at a tremendous speed to her. Shelly saw the force rushing for her and a look of sheer terror came over her face. She tried to scream for Mr and Mrs. Williams or Scott, but the scream was stifled in her throat. The noise was heard from Shelly's bedroom.
Scott made his way through the cabin to his girlfriend's room. "Shelly, are you okay?" he asked. Shelly did not answer. Not even a grunt or a groan. Scott entered the darkness of her room and saw nothing in the shadows. "Shelly?"
He looked over to her window. It was wide open and the wind played in the curtains, making them look like thin ghosts. Scott stepped into the bathroom. The shower curtain was drawn. "Shelly?" Scott called out. He pulled the curtain back to reveal an empty tub. Not even a water droplet sat in the tub.
Scott went back to the bedroom to see Shelly, possessed. She screamed and jumped on him. Shelly's eyes no longer twinkled with an innocent playfulness, instead they were bone white orbs set into her skull. She began to claw at Scott's face with her nails. The two staggered into the main room when he managed to knock Shelly off of himself. Siouxsie rammed Shelly into the mouth of the fireplace.
Ash and Scott watched as Shelly's head smoldered upon the hot coals. Scott could take no more of this, he shoved Siouxsie to the floor and grabbed Shelly, pulling her out of the fire. She blinks her bone white orbs. "Thank you. I don't know what I would have done if I had remained on the hot coals burning my pretty flesh," said Shelly in her new raspy voice. "You have pretty skin- give it to us!"
Cackling, she lunged and clutched Scott's neck. "That was a dumb ass move, Scotty!" spat Siouxsie, trying to pull Shelly off of him. She began to throttle the life out of Scott. "Shelly must have a vice-like grip, damn!"
Ashly came to help his wife. With a single backhand blow, Shelly knocked them both into the wall. From another room, the cries of Fable are heard. Her vice-like grip dropped to one hand as she dragged Scott to the source of the crying. Siouxsie looked up to see them disappear into the room with Fable. "No!" she screamed.