Mark, half frozen with shock at the idea of nearly being eaten alive, took a minute to finally respond to Hazel,"N-no.This is my first time coming here alone.Every other time i-it's been me, mom, and....d-dad.We never knew anything about this.We've never ever heard something like this t-this bef-before."

Amos spoke up again,"The Tartok only hunts at night, from sunset to sunrise.It also can only possess [b]one[/b] form at a time.So right now, with the spirit confined within the foreman's body it poses no danger along the lines of possessing others.Only devouring them.As for how to hide yourself from it, well, that's both simple and complicated at the same time.The Tartok's scent and hearing are like that of a wolf or a bear, very enhanced.
It can hear a squeaking floorboard in another room and pick up your scent over a hundred yards away, trust me, I know.Its vision is weaker however.It relies on motion and heat signatures both at once.So there's no use in trying to trick it with a bonfire or a moving manican."

"How do you know all of this?"Makaya asked.

"Because,"Amos replied,"I've been tracking the thing for thirty-five years now.I won't rest until I've destroyed it.

"Why?"Asked Terrence.

"Personal reasons, plus, that thing has murdered a lot of people these past forty years just to satisfy it's dark craving for human flesh.It must be destroyed, so that the evil spirit will return to Dark Mountain."