CHAPTER 4
After much deliberation the group finally decided it was a good idea to listen to the rest of the recording. So they all sat in a circle on the wooden floor and, after rewinding it a little, Chris put the tape recorder on.
--" way to stop someone this way infected is the act of…Total bodily dismemberment. But I could not bring myself to hack up my deceased friend, the idea of mutilating my childhood friends corpse made me feel very sick. So I dragged the corpse into the third room in my cellar and locked the door, just in case…"—
'Ok dude this is really fucked up! What if there's still that monster in the damn cellar!' Cried Vicky worriedly.
'Nah, this can't be true, it's gotta be some kind of joke, right?' questioned Dave.
'Well there's one last entry, shall we?' Chris asked his friends.
The answer was obvious.
--" Log entry twelfth of august, one thirty five PM. I do not know what I can do. I have heard Charlie's corpse moving around in the cellar, scratching and calling me. I have seen the dark spirits moving around in the forest, and I am sure they will soon come, for me. This is Professor Robert Horseman, logging out, possibly for good…"—
At that moment all was silent, no one spoke and there seemed to be no noise at all. No creaking of the old cabin, nothing. Suddenly out of nowhere a gust of wind swept through the room blowing papers around the room and causing cabinet doors to bang rapidly. The friends looked around the room at all the windows but none were broken. Then the cellar door flew open and a figure rose from the basement. Arms limp at his sides, feet pointing down he floated towards the ceiling. Chris, Dave, Adam, Stewart, Ian and Vicky backed away in terror as the man's face twisted and distorted into an ugly mass of charred flesh and boils, His blonde hair ravaged and dirty.
He looked up at them with his pure white eyes and spoke in a croaking, shrill voice. 'Why have you disturbed our sleep?' with that the body began to spasm and it called out again. 'We are the souls of long ago, come to feast on the living! You will all die!'
The body floated towards Chris who, yanking back the pump action system of his shotgun, levelled it on the creature's chest. 'Back of you fuck or I'll drill ya!' He screamed trying to sound heroic, but coming off sounding as scared as he felt. His hands were shaking and the Deadite moved even closer.
'Shoot it you stupid fool!' Cried Dave.
Chris pulled the trigger and the shell roared out of the barrel straight into the creature's chest, sending blood and flesh flying. The creature fell to the ground and lay still. Adam picked up a iron poker from the fireplace and moved towards the prone Deadite. As he reached it the Deadite sprung up and grabbed Adam's wrist. It twisted it a whole 360 degrees, snapping every bone in Adam's wrist. It took the poker from him and poised to strike Adam in the head…
KA-BOOM! The shotgun roared again hitting the creature full on in the back causing it to fall forwards on top of Adam. Just when everyone thought it was safe to quickly breathe a sigh of relief the creature began to bite at Adam's throat, causing his blood to drench the floor of the room.
'NNOOOOO!!!' Chris ran forwards reloading the shotgun. He stuck it in the demon's face as it turned to face his knees. 'You want something to eat – Eat this! He pulled the trigger, splattering the corpse's brains all over the wall. With tears stinging their eyes the five friends dragged Adam onto the couch and went to get cloths and water. However when they returned to the living room it was too late, Adam Richardson, was dead.
