Little did Elsie or her family know, that from the moment she took the sickly-looking baby into her arms, she became the carrier of a very ancient curse. A curse that had been buried too deep. Too late for the crying souls of the women who laid it, but just in time for others, as the large sprawling roots of the trees in the old dead woods, had finally brought it to the surface. And now, nestled in its host, the six-hundred-year-old curse would use Elsie to carry out its mission.