you run and hide in a large, ornate vase, right beside the large archway that acts as a door into the room. it's dusty and smells of sweat. the cult approaches, and you begin to make out some words. "and i, oh, i, will always love you -praise her." the haunting song of the satanic cult of Whitney Houston. they repeat this spine-tingling phrase, you're desperate to peek up and look at them. you realise you don't even know where Bertha is. you have to take a look, you raise your head slowly, but you breathe in some dust! you sneeze louder than an elephant stepping on a plug, and the chanting stops. the vase raises into the air, you begin to panic. you peek out, and the hooded cult surrounds you - and the evil well in the centre of the room. the vase descends, and, as you enter the well, you turn inside out and your head transforms into a turkey.