Creed came back into the kitchen to join his dad and Jim, "So when did you stop drinking?"
His father looked at him with tearful eyes," The day I thought I lost you, they told us, you were dead."
Creed looked puzzled, "Who said I was dead?"
"Sheriff Branson, he said that he tried to help you , but you ran off into the woods, and he heard you scream."
"Help me? The son of a bitch tried to shoot me, and then threatened to put Melissa up for sacrifice if I ever told anyone."
His father was pissed, " I oughtta go over to his office and give him a piece of my mind."
"Melissa,  is she okay? " 
"She's fine son, Melissa and her father still run the book store." replied Martin.
"Jim, you'd like the book store, occult books." Creed said as he looked at his Cheyenne friend.
" Might wanna look into that in the morning, could find something to aid us." Jim said.
Now it was Creeds father who looked puzzled, "Aid you in what?"
"Dad,  I came back for one reason, and that is to kill whatever that thing is,Jim has a few ideas what it could be." Answered Creed.