As John, Jennifer and Leonard ran through the smashed door to the right and the door that Bobby Lee McKinnon had opened to the left, a battle was taking place in the living room. Bobby Lee, a sparkling, shimmering version of him, was in the air, on the back of the dark mass that had been attacking the ballroom. Jennifer stopped and gaped in wonder as the black entity tried desperately to dislodge the pest that had planted itself on its back, roaring in anger and shock that an entity it had no knowledge of was stopping it from its goal.
“Go!” came Bobby Lee’s voice, tired and frightened. The swirling black mass finally managed to rake its dark claws across his shimmering form, sending him flying from its back. The black entity charged at the downed ghost of the former musician.
Jennifer screamed but John pulled her away. The swirling and pulsating mass attacked to kill. Leonard helped John and actually lifted Jenny off her feet, sprinting through the dark toward the kitchen. They slammed into the swinging doors without noticing the smashed front doors or the storm outside. They failed to hear the screaming of those trapped in the barn and the production van. John lost his breath as he slammed into the door at the far end of the kitchen. Jenny and Leonard couldn’t stop their momentum and slammed into his back as he tried to open the basement door. Finally he pushed them out of the way and opened the door. The blackness of the stairwell opened up before them.
“Inside — hurry!” John cried out.
Jenny went first and then Leonard, just as a man’s scream was heard from the living room. John knew that Bobby Lee was done for. He had given his false afterlife for them, and it wouldn’t go to waste. John entered the stairwell and slammed the door closed, locking it from the inside.
Leonard and Jenny stumbled down the dark steps. John started down behind them, knowing full well that if he lost his footing he would break every bone in his body on the concrete floor below. As he forced himself to slow down, he heard the smashing of the door far above him. The entity was on its way down to stop him from doing what had to be done.
John hit the turn on the stairwell just as Jenny and Leonard hit the bottom. Lonetree took a chance and started taking the invisible stairs two at a time, nearly breaking his ankle on the last step before touching firm, flat concrete.
“The trapdoor, we have to open it!”
Jenny was crying but still trying to function. She ran toward where she remembered the door to be. Her foot kicked something on the floor and then suddenly a bright beam of light illuminated the floor as the flashlight spun in a circle. Jennifer picked it up, not knowing it was same flashlight that Kelly had been holding when she was attacked just thirty minutes before. She located the subbasement trapdoor and then sighed.
“The lock’s been removed and then bent back into position. We’ll never get it open!”
As John and Leonard joined Jenny at the trapdoor, it started to rattle in its frame. The concrete cracked around it and the door actually bent outward, rattling violently. Jenny could swear she heard voices of desperation from the other side.
“Jesus, it’s already in there!” Leonard said as he backed away.
“No, but something is that can help us I think,” John said. He ran to the far wall and one of the old wood stoves that lined it. “Help me. Hurry!” He pushed against the quarter ton stove.
Leonard and Jenny immediately saw what he was attempting. They joined him and started pushing the wrought iron stove toward the trapdoor. John tilted the heavy stove on end and flipped it over onto the thin, wide door. The weight disintegrated the trapdoor and the stove hurtled down, smashing and breaking the wooden steps as it fell to the deepest part of the house.
Above them they heard the black entity storming down the stairs, cracking the wooden steps as it came.
Suddenly the basement filled with light. Shades of colors never thought imaginable emanated from the dirt lined subbasement, accompanied by the gentle smell of young girls. Wisps of curling streamers came out of the hole and they all heard the screams of torment. The room filled with the sound of women screaming their horror at what had happened to them.
“Who are they?” Jenny asked. She ducked as several of the tendrils whisked by her head.
“Mothers…they’re mothers,” John said, as if in a daze.
The entity coming down the stairs had stopped and was screaming in outrage as the real secret of Summer Place spilled out of the bowels of the house. The swirling multicolored tendrils of spirits that had been tormented for close to a hundred years hung momentarily in the air around John, Jenny and Leonard. Then, with the roar of outrage from the stairs sounding again and the sound of the beast retreating, the tendrils of rainbow-colored spirits screamed their own indignity and shot forward and up the stairs.
“Get her,” John said as if to himself.
The entity was caught as it reached the doorway to the basement. Lightning flashed throughout the house as tendrils of color struck the beast. It roared with pain. The tendrils curled in and out, around and through the black mass, and every time the beast screamed, it weakened. The ghosts of the women who had met their end at Summer Place vented their revenge. They split apart, scattering throughout the house.
The black mass smashed through the door. It lifted Gabriel high into the air closing around his throat and squeezing the air out of him. He clawed at his throat, fighting to breathe, but broke one hand free and waved the others out of the room.
Damian pushed Julie, George and Peterson out the door. He was about to turn and help Gabriel when a powerful wind slammed into him and knocked him down. Gabriel was thrown hard into the wall. His body slid down and thumped onto the carpet. Jackson went to him and started pulling the professor out by the arm. The multicolored wisps of smoke were all over the black mass, which was screaming out in pain. Parts of it were being torn free to vanish like smoke in the wind. Jackson finally managed to get Gabriel’s still form out of the room, just as the beast roared in newfound pain. Then as suddenly as their rescuers had appeared, they vanished. The black mass had vanished also. The air warmed, until Jackson could no longer see his breath.
Gabriel moaned and tried to sit up.
“Take it easy, Professor. You have two broken legs.”
Gabriel opened his eyes and looked up at Jackson. “Now tell me I don’t know how to throw a Halloween party.”
Jackson smiled for the first time in what seemed like many years. He patted Kennedy on the shoulder and sat down beside him. “I think I’ll skip your next party. I’m way too old for this shit.”
Outside, the night became silent with the exception of the falling rain striking the production trailer’s smashed and battered exterior. Harris Dalton picked himself up off the floor and looked around as the power came back on. The others in the trailer were all right — they slowly raised their heads.
“Is it…is it over?” Nancv asked.
Harris didn’t answer. He stood in stunned silence as the night returned to normal. Lights were flashing on the phone terminal. He took a deep breath and reached for the cracked instrument, then pushed one of the flashing buttons.
“Dalton,” he said as calmly as he could.
“Damn it, man, where have you been? We’ve been showing nothing but dead air for the past twenty minutes!”
Harris pushed the main screen button, bringing online the camera that lay on its side in the rain. The view showed the smashed front doors of Summer Place and to Dalton’s horror, several people lying on the wet ground. To his relief, several of them were moving, starting to pick themselves up.