"There is...one way, the trail...but the trees, they know...don't you see- they're alive! They're ali-ahhhhhhh!" Scott's sentence was cut short as he cried out in pain. Blood dribbled from his nose like a leaky faucet and he doubled over, grabbing at his stomach. Fable began to cry in the other room. Ashley whisked away to get his daughter.

"Daddy is coming!" called out Ash. He could hear his sister laughing in the cellar. Ashly grabbed Fable and a hunting rifle from a rack on the wall. Ash handed Siouxsie Fable as he loads the gun with shells. He was going to shoot Cheryl. "Forgive me, sister."

The laughter stopped and her eyes returned to normal. It was Cheryl again. Normal Cheryl Williams. Ashly dropped the rifle. "Ash, oh Ash, help me! Please!" Cheryl begged. "Don't let them take me away again, please, please, please."

Siouxsie stood up, cradling a crying baby. Fable's cries were a yodeling squeal of terror. Like the noise a suckling pig makes beneath the butcher's cleaver. "Don't believe a word of that!" she growled.

"Ashly? Ashly, help me. Let me out of here. I'm all right now," sniffed Cheryl. Ashly moved cautiously to the cellar. "I'm all right now, Ashly. I'm all right. Come unlock this chain and let me out."

"What should I do, Siouxsie?" Cheryl stopped, leaving the cellar quiet. Ash looked through the crack but saw only inky darkness. He reached for the chain to unlock it but Siouxsie stopped him and shook her head. Siouxsie handed Fable to him. "You sure?"

Siouxsie put her ear to the floor, listening for the slightest sound of Cheryl. Her arm broke through the floor and grabbed Siouxsie's head. She broke away from her sister-in-law's hand and Cheryl's hand tried to reach for the chain but cannot quite grasp it. Slowly, her hand slinked beneath the floor.

"Ash, what are you doing? This is your sister Cheryl. Don't you recognize me?" cooed Cheryl. A welcomes hush had swept across the cabin. There wasn't even as much as a whisper of a breeze before her voice drifted off and the evil laughter resumed.

He held Fable tighter as he started to cry. "You bastards! Why are you doing this? Why?" Ashly screamed. There was silence for a moment. "Oh, Siouxsie."

Scott started to cough again. He knew Cheryl would love to fasten her teeth around his preppy boy neck. "Ash, Ash, please...I don't want to die- but...but I can't stand this pain. It hurts Ash. Gimme something. Gimme something to put me out."

"We can't do that Scott," said Siouxsie, sounding as harsh as a crack of a whip.

"Please Siouxsie, please."

"You'll get better- you'll see," said the husband, though very uncertain with his words. Scott looked up at him, his eyes big, his eyes with a touch of fear. "Yeah, tomorrow, soon, you'll be better and the four of us can get out of here tomorrow."

"There is no tomorrow! You- you've got to kill her and cut- cut her up- your sister!" screamed Scott. He reminded Siouxsie of a toddler not getting his way. Abet a wounded and scared toddler.

"No, that was only with Shelly. You had to with Shelly. You're delirious- I...I'll get you some water," said Ashly. Ash placed the glass to Scott's lips. "Now, now the sun will be up in an hour or so and we'll get out of here...together. You, me, Siouxsie, Fable, Shelly-no-no not Shelly, she-we'll all go home together. Wouldn't you like to be going home? You'd like that I'd bet, wouldn't ya?" There was no answer from Scott. The water ran out from his mouth. "...Scott."