"Evie?" The voice that called her name was soft and weak. It came from the living room. A body laid on the floor, wearing only boxers. It was Damien. He, like the car, was covered in blood. Symbols had been carved into almost every inch of his skin from the neck down. They were most certainly Satanic.
He croaked weakly, deathly pale from blood loss. "Evie," he called again, too weak to get above a whisper. Then, a horrible noise tore from his throat. The room grew cold in an instant, and the lights went out. Damien screamed bloody murder as he rose up off the ground, straightened up like he was standing, but his feet dangled a foot from the carpet. He threw his head back and let out an inhuman screech. His body began to change. Tentacles tore through his skin, and his flesh turned black and hard. The red, glowing eyes of the demon overtaking him opened on his torso. His body was now mangled and unrecognizable, just like the beast from the basement.