Norm Abrahm slides the obsidian knife into the wood paneling of the basement that had been used previously as a family room. His eyes glitter darkly as the wall tries to pull away and a line of clear grey fluid runs from the cut. The wood peels away in a wet meat like flap.

Tom Silva peers over his shoulder his teeth glinting a dull yellow in the wan light of the basements naked bulbs. Something dark and glistening slithers behind the cage of Silva’s teeth and when he smiles his whole mouth looks like nothing more than a spreading bruise.

“Well there’s your problem right there Norm” he chirps wetly dipping a finger into the slash in the wall and pulling it back slick and shining. “Some yahoo previously didn’t burn the Seven and silent ones before putting those joists in. All this is gonna have to come out”

He licks his lips hungrily as he eyes the wall that is shivering slightly around where Norm’s blade is still plunged inside of it “Yes I think we will just have to tear this one down to its bones”

Episode no. **wet clicking noise followed by a static hum**

See under the floor here Steve where the blood is just running out of the joists and all the ligaments are just raw and weeping” Tom Silva says with a wry head shake and a dismissive gesture. “Whomever was in here last really just did a real hack job ya know what I mean?”

Kevin O’Connor comes in from behind a curtain of plastic construction sheeting, his ruddy face spattered with bits of bone and tar-like blood. He is wiping his hands on a equally dirtied yellow towel. He smiles wide at the other two men, a piece of bone drips from his chin.

“I think we’re right on track for the days schedule.” He chirps looking directly into the camera.

Later Roger Cook is in the yard. He can hear the sounds of the construction crew like the dull buzzing of a out of range radio station in the back of his mind. But all he does is continue to thrust his arms down into the dark warm sod.

You just really have to get in there” he quips as as he pushes his arm further into the soil. “Don’t be afraid to get your hands dirty” he continues matter of factly as he presses his suntanned face into the hungry ground that swallows him up to the shoulders.

The camera does not pan away as his body continues to slither the rest of the way into the ground. It stays focused on the shot of the disturbed soil for several minutes as the theme song plays at varying speeds.

Richard Trethewey has been staring at the bathroom tiles for...well he has no idea how long. “Have you ever seen anything so beautiful Tom?” He asks not taking his eyes from the slowly shifting obsidian blocks.

Tom Silva looks up from where he has been grouting the baseboards with his own personal mix of bone dust and something thick and yellow. “Yeah Richard it’ll make a real wicked master bath when we’re done with it. A real foci point. Now hand me that level over there will ya?”

Norm Abram has not left the master bedroom since the build began. He has walked the spiral path around the exposed load bearing rafters and then run his hands over the trembling barn siding walls. Yes this would do nicely. He could work with this.

Norm coughs briefly and burnt saw dust trickles from his mouth and onto the floor. He chuckles to himself before rubbing it in with a rust red hand rag. “It’s all about the personal touch” he muses aloud and rocks back on his heels to cast another critical eye around the room.