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Meanwhile, at the edges of the forest...
"Boo-bop-bin-diddy, boo-bop-bin di-de-le! Sin-eh?"
A horned figure sat in a chair on a porch. He looked up the small gravel and dirt road that led to the main road from the city. Faint lights could be seen. The horned figure's eyes glowed, before a green flash. Now an old man sat in it's place. He had a banjo in hand and bottle of whiskey next to his chair. He kept playing his banjo for a bit while watching the lights come closer. "I'ma wonderin' who's a comin', but I hope it's not a dozen!"
Soon a decent sized black van drove up the driveway. It got close then abruptly stopped some twenty feet from the cabin. The vehicle did not turn off as he was expecting, but the old man shrugged it off. He went back to playing, assuming they took a wrong turn. "She'll be comin' down the mountain when she comes, she'll be comin' down the mountain when she comes!" He continued even after a young man with a 5-o'clock shadow walked up to him from the passenger side. He had scraggly black hair and tan skin, but it was obviously fake tan. His face took on a smug grimace. He stopped at the porch. "Hey hill-billy! Do you got a minute?"
The old man inhaled. "Yes I do for anyone even you." The man obviously didn't see the insult in that. "Two things; one, could you lead us to some ruins in the forest, and two, can you stop singing? It's very annoying." "No I can't, wish I could, 'cause a witch put a curse on me 37 years ago! Now I gotta' sing everything I say." The man looked at him skeptically. "Yeah whatever. And the ruins?" Japeth looked at him almost skeptically. "Well you came to the right guy! And me' names Japeth!" and he stood up and walked past his house, motioning for the man to follow him.
"Boo-bop-bin-diddy, boo-bop-bin di-de-le! Sin-eh?"
A horned figure sat in a chair on a porch. He looked up the small gravel and dirt road that led to the main road from the city. Faint lights could be seen. The horned figure's eyes glowed, before a green flash. Now an old man sat in it's place. He had a banjo in hand and bottle of whiskey next to his chair. He kept playing his banjo for a bit while watching the lights come closer. "I'ma wonderin' who's a comin', but I hope it's not a dozen!"
Soon a decent sized black van drove up the driveway. It got close then abruptly stopped some twenty feet from the cabin. The vehicle did not turn off as he was expecting, but the old man shrugged it off. He went back to playing, assuming they took a wrong turn. "She'll be comin' down the mountain when she comes, she'll be comin' down the mountain when she comes!" He continued even after a young man with a 5-o'clock shadow walked up to him from the passenger side. He had scraggly black hair and tan skin, but it was obviously fake tan. His face took on a smug grimace. He stopped at the porch. "Hey hill-billy! Do you got a minute?"
The old man inhaled. "Yes I do for anyone even you." The man obviously didn't see the insult in that. "Two things; one, could you lead us to some ruins in the forest, and two, can you stop singing? It's very annoying." "No I can't, wish I could, 'cause a witch put a curse on me 37 years ago! Now I gotta' sing everything I say." The man looked at him skeptically. "Yeah whatever. And the ruins?" Japeth looked at him almost skeptically. "Well you came to the right guy! And me' names Japeth!" and he stood up and walked past his house, motioning for the man to follow him.
