Scott was dead, a deflated fleshy air mattress with a skeleton locked inside. Ashly turned to Siouxsie, cupping her face and weeping on her shoulder. Ash's pulse was thrumming within his ribcage. "I'm sorry..." An evening mist had drifted out of the woods and had cloaked the cabin. She stroked his back. "Oh!"
Ashley's heart pounded an uneven rhythm in his ears. The trap door lay open and Cheryl was probably gone. Mrs. Williams kicked it shut when Shelly's bedroom door creaked open. Not daring to look back at her husband, his wife could sense him moving cautiously to the door.
Ash entered the room. He felt his pulse quicken in the dark room. Cheryl stood in the window, causing her brother to scream. The siblings could hear Siouxsie outside. "Siouxsie!" screamed Ashly as he made a mad dash through Shelly's room.
Siouxsie was inside and Cheryl was starting to reach in. She slammed the door on her sister-in-law's fingers while Ash rammed the butt of the gun down upon them. Horrible, rib vibrating screams could be heard as Cheryl retracted her hand. Her brother was then able to slam the door shut and bolt it.
"Siouxsie, I need more shells!" he growled. "Tell me you saw another box of shells!"
The trap door lifted open, the creaked sliced through the air like a buzz saw. She descended. As Siouxsie approached the bottom step, it broke under her weight and she sprawled to the floor. Rotten junk. Slowly, she picked herself up and walked through the dividing stone doorway to the small table. She tucked a box of shells into her leather jacket and hurried back upstairs.
The sound of ticking caught Ashley's attention. Ash raised his eyes up to see the old grandfather clock slowly winding backwards. She watched him watch the clock tensely. The ticker grew louder as Siouxsie came near Ashly. A shadow passed in the window before them and Ash fired, shattering the window into a million pieces of glass. Wind whipped through the cabin, swirling glass and leaves.
Ash grabbed Fable from the couch and handed her to his wife, cocking the gun once more. "C'mon, c'mon, get it over with! Why are you torturing us like this!" he growled. Fable grabbed her mother's necklace and giggled.
The ticking stopped suddenly. All was silent. Two arms ripped through the door and grabbed Ashly. Ash tore away and fell to the floor. His wife dropped to her knees, unknowingly that Fable had unclasped the necklace and threw it to the ground. Cheryl peeped through one of the arm holes. From the floor, he raised the gun and shot her in the head.
Cheryl was jolted from the door.
Ashly pressed a dresser and chair against the holes in the door, leaving his wife to stammer behind him. Scott's corpse sat up and opened his white eyes. "What's wrong now!?" Ash barked.
Siouxsie didn't answer as Scott stood and moved towards her husband. Scott took the gun and flung it clear across the room. She grabbed a table lamp and shattered it across Scott's head. Scott was stunned and Mrs. Williams took this time to jam the exposed socket into his face, shocking him. Scott staggered back a few steps as if he had downed a few amber beers before going after Ashly.