It was hidden in a cellar of an old abandon mansion about a mile out side of the city
limits. No one ever bothered visiting the old Quartermane place anymore, a ramshackle
collection of farm buildings dominated by a huge old barn and a house three or four
times the size of any in found town. Unoccupied for at least fifty years, hardly anyone
left could even remember anyone ever having lived there, and when the wind would
blow, strange sounds echoed from the holes and cracks in the tired old walls, which was
just about enough to discourage even the bravest kid to go to poking around the place. It
was a lucky thing too, because what was lurking in that dank basement was as close to
the devil incarnate as you could find on earth! On a old solid oak table lay a figure that
appeared to be dead, neither breathing or moving, it just lay there as if it were in a deep
sleep. As sunset fell, and the shadows of the evening crossed the night sky, the figure o... MORE
