Dressed in a long satin gown, that looked like it had been designed sometime around the turn of the century. Marcia was going through the pockets of her ruined clothing, when she discover the tape recorder. Suddenly remembering that she had turned it on in the cell at Brookview, quickly she hit rewind. Waiting impatiently as the obviously weak machine slowly rewound its tape. The batteries were almost dead... drained by the ghost no doubt as was common. But at last the machine whined, signaling that the tape had reached it's end. Slipping the headphones on she listened to the crackling and hissing. Picking up the faint sound of a strained cracking voice rambling frantically. ‘That which can not dead… in darkness forever lies…’ ‘Its not dead… it can kill but can never die!’ The hysterical voice raved insanely. ‘I killed no one… its only trapped… locked away… but it’ll be back some day…’ ‘You have to believe me… Miss Caldwell… you have to banish it back to hell!’ ‘God knows it doesn’t belong in this world…’ A shiver ran down Marcia’s spine as the long dead butlers voice faded away with one lasts whispered word. ‘Incubus…’ Marcia almost stopped the tape at that point, but then realized the ninety minute tape might very well have also recorded the attack…