My name is Ash and I am a slave. As far as I can figure, the year is thirteen hundred A.D and I'm being dragged to my death. It wasn't always like this, I had a real life, once. A job...

Umm... Hardware aisle twelve, shop smart, shop S-Mart!

I had a wonderful girlfriend Linda. Together we drove to a small cabin in the mountains. t seems an archeologist had come to this remote place to translate and study his latest find: Necronomiconexmortis. The Book of the Dead. Bound in human flesh and inked in blood, this ancient Samarian text contained bizarre burial rights, funeral incantations, and demon resurrection passages, it was never meant for the world of the living. The book awoke something dark in the woods, something evil.

It took Linda. Then it came after me, it got into my hand and it went bad, so I lopped it off at the wrist.

But that didn't stop it, it came back big time.

For God's sake how do you stop it?