Something told him he should have protested Liaâ€™s decision to go upstairs and check out whatever that noise was but being the selfish man he was he decided that she could handle herself and gave a shrug and sank back further against the chair, taking another drag of his cigar. This had been some long ass night so far and he couldnâ€™t wait for it to be over. With her out of the way he felt like he could close his eyes just to rest for a moment, enjoying this little moment where there wasnâ€™t any tension. Jeremy slowly continued to sip at the vodka here and there gradually feeling more and more calmed as the alcohol started to affect him. The chair was not as comfortable as he wanted it to be, but it was still nice and he was able to relax. He took in a deep breath but was met with a nasty cough that broke his relaxation suddenly.<br/><br/>Coming back to reality somewhat he noticed he was still in the cabin, not in his comfortable bed back home like he was trying to imagine. He sighed hoarsely and gazed towards the steps when he realized Lia had not come back down yet. Normally he wouldnâ€™t be worried, but there was something in the back of his mind that told him he should check it out. Slowly, he stood from the chair, feeling a bit dizzy since he had drank nearly half of the bottle of vodka and walked towards the stairs as quietly as he could. He shone his flashlight towards the second floor first before he decided to go upstairs, less than half of his cigar hanging out of his mouth, not trusting at all what he would find up there. He was cautious while he ascended the stairs, the wood creaking softly under his weight.<br/><br/>When he got upstairs, he looked around the empty rooms, noting how there was one bed. He could have sworn he heard something behind him, and he spun around, ready to shoot whatever was there. Nothing. Jeremy shook his head and turned his attention back to the bed, only to freeze in his tracks, his face pale with disbelief.<br/><br/>â€œJeremy, why arenâ€™t you coming to bed?â€ Margoâ€™s voice rang through the air as he stared at the woman lying on the bed in a minor seductive manner. â€œItâ€™s cold in here and I need your touch to keep me warm.â€ She barely had anything on but that hardly stuck in his thoughts. For a long time he stared in disbelief, but there she was. Untouched, unharmed, she was not in any danger. â€œThatâ€™s it get your ass over here, Jeremy. You and I need to create a little heat in this cold, cold place.â€ Once he got closer enough to the bed, she reached out and pulled him on top of her. Gingerly, she kissed his lips and he couldnâ€™t help but to kiss back almost like someone else was controlling his actions. They stayed like that for awhile and things began to get a bit heated, as it were, but he didnâ€™t care. As long as she was safe he wouldnâ€™t care.<br/><br/>But then a peculiar thing happened. Suddenly she stopped, looked in his eyes, â€œWhatâ€™s wrong?â€ He asked her warily, then teased â€œOh come now, donâ€™t tell me youâ€™re done already?â€<br/><br/>He smiled at her but it faded when realization kicked in: this was not Margo. The way she was looking at him now was never something Margo would display. She was always gentle, kind, and these were the eyes of someone out for revenge. And when he blinked, he saw nothing but a rotting corpse that bared only a slight resemblance of his wife. It was absolutely horrifying and he refused to believe she was dead assuming that was what this was telling him. He tried to pull away but she held tight, her nails digging into his shoulder so hard he could almost feel it through his coat. A snarl appeared on her face, its face, and it pulled him close again, going in for a kiss. He managed to pistol whip the corpse and it let out a howl of pain as he jumped off the bed.<br/><br/>The corpse crawled on the ground after him, bleeding horribly after he shot it once. He was about to shoot it again when it started to vomit spiders and what looked to be spider eggs or something. Jeremyâ€™s face turned pale and he ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him. But that was not the end of the corpse or the spiders. He could feel the spiders crawling up his legs and he let out a yell as he tried to swat them away. The corpse was breathing behind him, laughing dryly as the spiders continued to surround him. Not knowing what else to do, Jeremy shot the corpse, zombie thing again, only to have more spiders come crawling out of its body as it got closer and closer to him.<br/><br/>Try as he may he was unable to keep his composure during this little mind trick, which poor Jeremy was unaware of that fact, whoever would come to his rescue would indeed think he had gone insane once they discovered him swatting and shooting at nothing.