Prologue

On a cool, damp and rainy afternoon, an evil arose from the ground, hungry, angry, restless….

The thing grunted, rising above the wet leaves and grass, I'm hungry the rotten thing bellowed, it then started to glide over the wet muck, screaming angry groans of displeasure, suddenly the dastardly evil heard the patter of wheels, more souls the miserable, no good entity roared.

It roamed up the hill quickly, yelling and lurching with grim delight as the sound of rolling tires drew near, the demonic evil gleefully looked over the horizon of the hill, it saw a Cadillac Escalade rolling up the road its dinner time the blasphemous apparition said cackling a haggardly, sinister guffaw.

"Dane, are you sure we're going the right way?" a raven haired girl asked, a thin eyebrow rose.

"Erin look I can't here the damn GPS, so shut the fuck up" Dane answered annoyed. In 1.2 kilometers turn right, then turn left the GPS chimed.

Dane and Erin Ronsonberg are half-brother and sister, different fathers same mother. The siblings were on their way to a secluded cabin in the woods of Tennessee along with their friends Travis Smith and Tamara "Tammy" Puentes, but the weekend was going to be one the group would never forget….