Ashly and Siouxsie tucked in their young daughter, Fable, away in their room. Ash tucked her in as his wife wound her mobile. The soft, sweet tune of twinkle twinkle little star began to tinkle from the plush stars that circled above Fable's head. Both parents leaned into the bassinet and kissed her, bonking each other's head. They giggled and kissed each other. They joined Shelly and Scott in the main area. Back to the weird, fucked up night.
He closed the door quietly behind him. Mr. Williams joined Scott and Shelly who sat near the fireplace. She went into the kitchen to fix something to eat. The four of them tried to block the horrid sounds, the strange moans, the stranger sobs, the even strangers rasping sounds and the evil laughter, that leaked from the cellar. Scott grabbed his friend's arm. "She'll be okay Ash. Fable will have an aunt Cheryl."
He nodded, not really believing Scott. Shelly and Scott listen to the strange noises as Ashly peers out at the window and into the woods. "We've still got a few hours before morning," said Ash.
"I don't know if I can wait that long," admitted Shelly.
"You have to. We all have to. You, me, Ashly, Siouxsie and Fable. Then, once it's light out, we'll try to find a way to get around that chasm," said Scott.
Shelly covered her ears. "Why does she keep making those horrible noises?" She doubled over and groaned.
"I don't know," replied Ash.
"And what about her eyes?" Mr. Williams and Scott remained quiet. They had no answer.
"What about her eyes? For God's sake what happened to her eyes?!"
"She's a deadite," said Siouxsie, joining them from the kitchen. In her hands, was a glass jar, filled to the brim with mint ice cream. She took a bite and waved the spoon at the three of them. "Nasty little buggers."
"I thought you couldn't have ice cream?" sniffed Shelly. This night was proving to be too much for her to handle. "I thought you were lactose intolerant?"
Scott elbowed his girlfriend and grinned at her. "Maybe there's another Williams on the way? Maybe this is a craving?" he chuckled gleefully. Scott turned to Ashly. "Did she crave ice cream with Fable?"
Ash only glared at him. "I don't think you realize what a deadite is, Scott. They are nasty little monsters. They will fuck you up and they won't call you in the morning," said Siouxsie. "When I was in the kitchen, I flipped through my necronomicon. When the words are either spoken, read or heard, demons will rise up and possess people!"
"You're so full of shit!" mumbled Scott, tossing his arm around Shelly. Outside, the firest was pitch black, the trees were somehow blacker than the night itself. The unseen force moved about in the wooded area, knocking over small trees and shrubs.
"Scotty, I...I think Mrs. Williams might be right," said Shelly, who's attention was out of the window behind them. "I...I think there's something out there."