He walked into the old house, fear gripped his heart. For little did he know the real thing was about to start.

As he walked he saw a chest in the corner.

He opened it up and looked inside.

With a gasp his eyes widened.

He pulled out a small black leather back book.

On the front was imprinted, “двиулыщост”

He blew the dust off of the front and turned to the first page. “The one Who reads this may not escape. You have angered the spirits trapped in this book.”

He looked down at the book, his stomach turned and his heart dropped all the way to his toes.

Was this the end for him? Or just the beginning.