Hazel narrowed her eyes at the man. She didn't trust him. but she couldn't put her finger on why. Lots of possibilities were running through her mind, each one more far fetched than the last.

But this whole thing was pretty far fetched. Like something out of a horror movie.

"So what is it you've done to avoid getting eaten by the Tartok? I think that would be important information to share with us if you intend to help us get through the night. I'd also like some kind of assurance that you're not possessed by it and just trying to trick us. I mean, let's be honest, the only threat we've really seen so far if the guy with the gun forcing his way into the house."