Like Davidson told the shrink-- every night, he was dreaming hard.
Tonight he's back at the scene of the accidental crash that killed Lenore. There's Lenny's corpse-- some sort of piglike creature with fangs is eating from where her face is supposed to be. What must be some sort of creature that lives under the surface of the pond throws its tentacles out of the water and wrap themselves around the pig, pulling the creature into the water. The pond almost stills with calmness. Whatever's in the water, it's eaten the pig because it then hurls the fanged creature's carcass out of the water in front of Mark's feet.
Mark looks over at the side of the hill-- there's a door built into the hill. Someone is groaning from behind that door. A bunch of people are chanting.
His mother shows up in his dreams again. she is fat and naked and mentally ill; he can tell by the trancelike state she's in, waving those flabby arms around, begging Mark for a hug. "Tell momma you love her," she says before she blows her head off with the sawed off shotgun that she picks up from the side of the road.
A fat, slovenly dressed priest hurries across the road on his way to something interesting at the bottom of the hill, toward the Reverend Kurtz's Church which has been boarded up for almost twelve years now.
Momma's and Lenny's headless corpses are lying on the road twitching. The tentacled creature pulls the corpses into the pond and doesn't return them to the surface.
Someone is playing ancient drums in the forest behind him.
He pulls his revolver from his pants and pulls the trigger, emptying the chamber into the pond but nothing happens except one or two of the bullets ricochet around a bit after bouncing off the water's surface.
COME BACK TO US MARK, the chant from behind that door on the hill goes. COME BACK TO US MARK, BRING US BACK MARK.
He looks around the forest landscape for the people (or demons?) chanting or the drum player(s)? The result of the demon chant was beautiful and familiar. They must have been drumming on the ancient and hollow logs that dot the Appalachian forests' landscapes. He walks toward the source of the beat, toward the top of the hill that could almost double for a small mountain. Reaching the top he finds he finds the stone altar that's covered in moss.
A smiling and naked infant lies on the altar. And a sacrificial blade. And Tessie.
"No! " he screams and runs away, down the hill. Out of the dream.
