1Ash finally made it to the outskirts of New York City. The car ride seemed to be eternal and the book's presence tortured Ash for the nearly 1000 mile trip. New York City, Detroit was like a suburb compared to it. Ash hadn't been outside of the Midwest in his life except for his time travel escapade. Even Ash who had faced reanimated corpses had some fear of the size of the Big Apple. He had a fascination with the Statue of Liberty when he was a kid so he knew about the city and its landmarks. The traffic was backed up and he hadn't quite reached the main part of New York but he was glad to be done with his trip. Ash's thoughts were interrupted by his stomachs cries for food.

"Damn" The traffic began to pick up the pace and Ash began to look for a corner fast food restaurant. He found a McDonald's, never before had the golden arches seemed so appealing. Ash picked up his cell and entered Harry's number as he chewed his Filet O Fish.

"Hello?" Harry's voice seemed tired and irritable.

"Ive got the book. When do you want it?"

"As soon as possible!" Harry's voice abruptly switched to a tone of excitement or madness, Ash couldn't tell.

"Listen this book isn-

"Save me your lecture I didn't pay to you to hear it." Harry gave Ash the address and after an hours nap at a hotel he drove off to Osbourn's mansion. It was huge Ash had never seen a house that big in his life. It had a gothic feel to it. Ash felt a feeling of sadness as he entered, it seemed more like a funeral parlor than a home to Ash.

"Hello Im here to see Harry."

"Ah yes Ash Im Franklin, Harry's in the study Ill show you the way."

Harry's butler Franklin escorted Ash to Norman's study. It was huge and filled with books and expensive decorations. Ash was an avid reader but even he doubted that any man could read all these books. Most of the titles were obscure and sounded interesting.

"Where is the Necronomicon!" Harry appeared out of the corner with a glass of scotch in his hand.

"Impressive study, it's bigger than all the houses Ive ever lived in" Ash's joke had no effect on Harry.

"Dont get jittery I have it." He pulled out the box of the artifacts from Knowby's cabin.

"The translation is on the tape recorder. It's what awoke the spirits"

"Franklin see that Ash gets his money and send him off." Ash was getting nervous, Harry was obviously obsessed with what was in the necronomicon.

"Forgive Harry sir, he hasn't been the same since his father's death"

"A Father is an asset." Ash's father hadn't spoken to him after the weekend at the cabin, he had died 10 years ago. Ash was told his father believed he murdered Cheryl and the others.

"Do you know what Harry wants with the Necronomicon?"

"He wouldn't tell me. He's been very isolated these days. He doesn't socialize much and he's been keeping away from his old friends."

A new chapter in Ash's life had begun, he was rich. Yet a feeling of guilt flooded over him, there were only five people that night. Ash knew for sure that Harry had evil intentions. What would happen if the Necronomicon was unleashed on New York one of the biggest cities in the world? Ash's conscience was biting at him. Even though he would probably regret it, Ash decided to stay in New York to see if any dead things came crawling back so he could be there to send them back to hell.

Ash parked his car and without a moment's worth of hesitation opened the trunk. He pulled out his chainsaw and boomstick. He put a cloth over the items and brought them to his hotel room. He attached the saw to his hand, and aimed the shot gun out.

"I still have the quick draw." Ash said to himself in a pleased tone. The memories of the villagers came back to him.

"Primitive screw heads" Ash snickered to himself, the memories of Sheila came back. This was another reason he hated thinking about the Necronomicon. He missed Sheila and would all ways regret coming back to the life he has now.

He raised the saw up to his face and took a deep breath...

"Groovy"