Down below, Ashley moved quietly past the old stone walls and wooden beams which supported the main floor above. In front of Ash, stood an old door which led to another section of the cellar. Cautiously, he moved toward it. Before Ashley could touch it, the door swung open slowly with a moan, allowing him to gaze into the dark, wet maw. Ash moved through the doorway and deeper into the cellar. Condensation from water pipes above turned the cellar into an echo chamber as drips fell into shallow pools on the dirt floor below. As he scanned with his light, he spotted a shadow move out the corner of his eye.

"Scott?" Ashley called out into the inky, black darkness. Ash broke into a cold sweat as he moved away from the area where the shadow passed. He backed squarely into a pair of arms which grabbed him. "Ahhhhhhh!"

Ashley whirrled around and saw it was only Scott. "What the hell are you doing down here, jerkin off? How come you didn't answer me?" growled Ash.

Scott cocked his head. "When?"

"Just now, I mean upstairs."

"I didn't hear you."

"Oh well, did you find anything?" asked Ashley. Scott shook his head, no. He swept his light to another corner and revealed several items atop a small table. Beneath a dusty cloth, he found a book which appeared to be covered in some sort of brown animal hide, with an ancient form of writing on the cover. Along with this book, he and Ash uncovered a reel to reel tape recorder, an ancient dagger, and other odds and ends including a box of rifle shells. Scott grabbed the tape recorder and he and his friend headed back up the stairs.

The group of friends sat around the fireplace, Cheryl and Shelly asking questions about Siouxsie's pregnancy, labor and how goes motherhood. Leaving Scott to drink his scotch, alone in the corner. Fable lay a few feet away in a lacy, powder blue bassinet. Ashley sat, rewinding the tape recorder, and once that deed was done, he turned it on. The voice of an old man was heard. Ash turned to the others who were talking. He pressed his index finger to his lips.

"My name is Julian Knowby. I am a professor of ancient Egyptian mythology in Dextin university's ancient history department..."

Ashley puffed his chest out like some prized dog dick. "This is the tape I found downstairs."

Siouxsie moved next to Ash and rubbed his back. There was nothing more she loved then when he was proud. Specially when Ashley was proud about his daughter. "I am recording this entry from a small cabin in the southern mountains of Tennessee. Here, I am staying with my wife for a few weeks so that I may continue my research un-disturbed. Since May, a group of associate professors and myself have been excavating the ruins of Ca'n Dar. I believe I have made an important find in that area, and thus the reason for this log. With it, I can keep an accurate record of translations from my latest find; the first of six, the others still lost, volumes of ancient Sumarian burial practices and rites. Basically, it is a book of do's and don'ts dealing with the deceased entitled "Naturan Demanto" roughly translated "Book Of The Dead." It is bound in human flesh, and inked with blood of the deceased..."

Scott shivered and he downed more of his scotch. "Jeez, I'd hate to find out what they used for pens!"

"...This particular volume deals with demons and demon resurrection. These are of the Katardi family, meaning those forces believed to inhabit the jungles and woods of man's domain. The first few pages that I have translated warn that these demons are dangerous, everpresent, and exist primarily through this book. As legendhas it, only the sacred high priests of the Ca'n Dar tribe could posses these books, for they alone could properly control the resurrected demons. It is only through the act of reciting the resurrection passage that these demons would be able to possess the living. For many years, it was thought that this legend-"

Cheryl turned off the machine at that point. Scott threw his nearly empty bottle at her. "Hey, what'd you do that for? It was just getting good!" he hissed.

"I just don't want to hear any more that's all," said Cheryl, tucking her knees to her chest.

Scott danced over to the bassinet and peered down at the small Williams wriggling underneath a white blanket. "Auntie Cheryl's scared, Auntie Cheryl's scared," he sang. Fable's eyes snapped open and turned up as tears began to spill forth as Ash got up and hurried to the bassinet.

He scooped up Fable and cradled her. "Oh, did mean ol' Scott wake you up? Mean ol' Scott. Mean, mean, mean," cooed Ashley bouncing Fable. Ash glared at Scott. "Scott, leave her alone will ya? Both of em."

"Jesus Christ," sneered Scott as he fast forwarded the tape and then stopped it after a few seconds. "They're both acting like a baby- it's no big deal."

Siouxsie smacked Scott's head. "Fable is a baby, dumb ass," she sneered.

Scott glared at Mrs. Williams as he turned the machine back on. "Tantir-ah-mis-trobeen-ha-zar-ta Tantir-man-ov-mis-hazen-sober."

All eyes except Cheryl's turn to the window as Fable screams against her father's chest. Outside, clouds rolled in from the east, thunder boomed in the distance, and as the wind picked up as it begun to rain. A section of ground deep within the woods began to crack and open. Smoke seeped out from within, as if some evil force was now being unleashed. "Shut it off," said Cheryl in a hushed voice.

"Kanda!"

Cheryl rose to her knees and jerked her brother's legs, nearly knocking him over. "Shut it off," she growled.

"Kanda!"

A bolt of lightning struck very near and the following thunder crash was deafening. Cheryl could no longer control herself. She screamed and covered her ears. "Shut it offffff!" she screamed.