He stood upon twice-holy ground. A country churchyard, consecrated and tended for hundreds of years. But before that, long long before, ground sacred to a dark and bloody religion. A religion most thought long vanished, its otherworldly horror deep buried and forgotten save in the nightmares of the deranged.

But this creature, this obscenely crawling half-likeness of a woman, supparating flesh glimpsed ghastly white through the ragged clothing, this foul mouthed, leering harridan was no product of a fevered imagination. This was an age-old reality that reared up before him, an evil distubed by the corrupt actions of present-day man. An evil come hell-bent on a deathly revenge.