Time, weather, and with a demon trapped he grows constantly more impatient with his stranded situation. Anger for his own foolish one mistake that made him a captive of his feelings of demon devil high achy made him invulnerable to any attack.
Various adventuring people had seen the old barn and entering it found there the devilish demon. Nary a one of those who saw and met Zepar went away physically unscathed. Most walked or ran from Zepar, they being then as animals; sent out into the wide world to effectively feel the brutality of their fellow human kind.
Zepar enjoyed making women into cows, as he took those young males and made of them as brute bestial bulls. The prettier the female person the more Zepar would wish upon them the form of some big boned cow with a high set tail and a squared rump.
He laughed at those who thought they were smart and the master of their fortune and future. These being his favored victims, he would wait his time and when it to him appeared the perfect setting, he would spring forward and touch the body and soul of yet another fool human.
Oddly enough and for the fun of Zepar, his visitors came searching for adventures on holidays. The two favorite such holidays were, Easter and Halloween.
Having come there on both mentioned holidays, it was thought then neat to venture in and see, or bring others to meet one huge and trapped demon.
Foolish too and maybe as evil as was the demon trapped, but acting as if a Judas goat to a flock; the outcome of such a viewing meant that friends and even unsuspecting enemies too, all who actually confronted Zepar, hurried from the meeting in new and varied forms to try and enjoy.
It happened that on this one stormy weekend, and with Halloween just a week away; the boasting of someone who often found ways of making his friends and foes feel foolish, became devil bait.
Most people when drinking and become then intoxicated, begin to boast of their accomplishments. Pride comes before a fall because those feeling their vice, pay no attention to where they go or into what they walk.
Kenny was such a person, he loved to come and when having his second drink he became bold.
Boldness, a person is that whom requires they will accept challenges, and for doing so, someone did to Kenny offer him a way to show his bar-mates he as a true man among men!
"Kenny old man, would you dare to hike the Fork road by night, on a stormy black night without a moon to light your way?" A chided challenge made and with witnesses there to decide if what boasted of courage, could show all his friends he be the master of his future.
Knowing that the rutted dirt and muddy sad road was the worst one in our county, the fact that it had but three building along its length, offered but one likely place to seek any shelter; that being the big barn and museum.
Liquor did the talking and Kenny agreed to the challenge, adding one damning proviso, he boasted of entering the barn and take from inside it something to mark his traversing that accursed road.
As it happened the night of Halloween had in it a windy storm, with harsh cold rain and a definite need for Kenny to seek some shelter to regain his bodily warmth.
As from the bar three friends drove Kenny to where US-28 met Fork Road. Once there, a car door opened and a half drunk man stepped out into a chilly fall season storm.
"You walk the two miles of this road and come out the far end and we will be there to pick you up and return you to the bar!" As such said by he the one who would help lead this man to his worst nightmare and doom.