"Now, listen and listen fast. The evil in this house is fueled by passions. Fear, lust and obviously rage. I'm sure stuff like drunkenness and drugs are gateways for them. It has to quiet if it isn't fed. Greg and Shanna need to leave, immediately. Shanna is a conduit and can't help it." Tori started to dole out instructions, sounding an awful lot like Jacob when he went in to his authoritarian shtick, The grouped turned and stared at her, in disbelief, but they all knew the truth was there, she was right.<br/><br/>Shanna ran to Greg's side and hugged him tight, while Jacob wiped the blood from his nose. With the way they were staring at each other, it was obvious that they were still sore at each other, but cooler heads were starting to prevail now. "Tori is right baby, we are fucking 'gone' come sun up..." Greg placated Shanna's upset form, stroking her hair and rubbing her back.<br/><br/>"Fine...Whatever...we'll do the investigate it ourselves...." Jacob said, still more than a little perturbed at how quickly his friend had 'jumped ship'.<br/><br/><br/>Tori walked to the back door to open it and the handle was stuck. She turned large eyes toward Jacob and took a deep breath,"I think we are locked in." She rattled the handle again. Jacob strode over and tried the handle of the solid wood door for himself, it was an instinctual move, but it came off like he didn't trust the 'weak little girl' to open a door. If he would have had a straight mind, he would've realized that that 'weak little girl' had somehow managed to separate two full grown men from fighting, just a few seconds ago. Regardless, Jacob quickly realized she was right, and even when he leaned against it and put his whole body into trying to pry it open, it didn't even budge. "Fuck...".<br/><br/><br/>Tori ignored the slight and walked over to the large stone well . "There is some kind of binding in the sulfuric water of the kitchen. That is why the kitchen is a protected place. Maybe we can try wiping down with it? Maybe it repels the evil? I don't know. Someone help me here." She said as she started to pull the large wooden cover off of the well's top. As soon as she cracked the lid, a thick damp stench of rotten eggs escaped and it was enough to make everyone cover their noses.<br/><br/>"We'll go get the flashlights....Check on Fish and Brandi" Greg said as they exited the room immediately when the stank hit them.<br/><br/>Jacob stepped up and they both slid the heavy wooden cover aside, before finding that the pulley and crank wasn't in the upright position, but instead was left extended.  The old decaying rope hung limply as it disappeared down into the black pit of the well.  Three quick cranks of the pulley showed that the rope had disintegrated long ago, and with a brittle snap, the rope gave way, and whatever weight was at the bottom splashed to the water as the other frayed end  recoiled upward and spun around the pulley.<br/><br/>"JACOB, TORI......NOW FISH AND BRANDI ARE GONE....GET IN HER NOW!" Greg's hoarse voice called from the main hall, and they bolted for the door. Out in the main hall they could see the couch where they'd left Brandi now empty, as well as the space of floor where Greg had laid Fish out during the fight. "Holy shit man....we aren't going to make it till morning....it's gonna fucking pick us off one by fucking one....Oh shit....what did we get ourselves into?" Greg's voice was on the verge of tears again and Shanna was just staring at the half destroyed statue blankly, as if waiting for it to move or speak again.<br/><br/>"No more separating....not even to go out to the outhouse....We don't separate, am I understood?" Jacob said angrily, throwing one  of the pillows off of the couch and at the statue in frustration. Jacob looked down at his watch, hoping to see that it wasn't too long before dawn would come, but it had stopped and he felt the shiver of fear run through his spine as the thought of dawn never coming, might just be a real possibility in this house.