Outside of the front door, yodeling in squeals of delight, Cheryl stood, pounding at the door. Ashly picked up a small table. His wife plucked the Book of the Dead and the professor's journal from the top of the table, where the two books had been sprawled out on. Ash chucked the table at Scott. Scott's face formed an expression that could barely be called a smile and strolled closer to his friend. Siouxsie tossed the books onto the floor and ran between her husband and Scott. The Book of the Dead landed near the fireplace, darkening the edges of the paper.
Scott picked up Siouxsie, throttling her as if she were a rag doll. Ashly jumped on the back of Scott as Cheryl broke down the front door. The smell of burning paper filled the room as the Book of the Dead's pages began to smolder. Ash jammed his fingers into Scott's eyes and Siouxsie slipped from the Deadite's grip. Scott screamed, his scream sliced the air like a buzz saw. The Deadite clutched his eye sockets. Siouxsie and her husband saw his back was burned and they looked at the book. The Book of the Dead was slowly roasting.
Cheryl's face was partially torn away from the shot gun blast. A smile spread slowly across her face at the thought of killing the Williams. Ashly rushed to throw the book into the fire but a burning Cheryl smacked Ashly across the head, sending him sprawling to the floor. She grabbed a fireplace poker with her crushed fingers. She turned to Ash, only to see Siouxsie crawling towards the fireplace, keeping low and out of sight. When she was almost in reach of the book, Scott grabbed her denim covered legs and pulled her back. Cheryl slammed her brother across the back with the poker.
Ashly screamed.
Siouxsie removed the necklace Ash had given her. She tossed the end with the clasp towards the book. It slid off the cover. Scott drug her away once more as Siouxsie swung the necklace in one last desperate attempt. Cheryl raised the poker for the final blow on her brother. The necklace draped over the book and as Siouxsie was drug back, the book went with her. Her pulse was quickening. Siouxsie yanked the book into her hands before throwing it into the blaze.
Ashly and Siouxsie heard the clank of the poker as Cheryl and Scott froze. Siouxsie's eyes watched as the Book of the Dead burned in a bluish green flame as Ash watched as smoke poured from the two Deadites. Husband and wife's hearts beat in uneven rhythms as distant demonic screams sounded from the woods. The bodies of Scott and Cheryl began to cave inward, collapsing to the floor like a leaky balloon. Finally, nothing is left but the burnt clothing and a blackish ooze where their bodies once were. The clock began to tick again, normally. Ashly slowly climbed to his feet, helping Siouxsie to stand up above the fuming debris.
Siouxsie opened her hands, looking upon the necklace. The one thing that saved them. Her husband stumbled towards the couch and to his daughter, Fable. Ashly peered out the window and saw thick, syrupy sunlight that was silent. Daybreak had finally come.
She wrapped her arms around Ash. A cry of an early morning bird struck their ears like a pebble made of glass. "Let's never go to another cabin for as long as we live."
"Let's teach Fable that cabins are evil," he said.