The two were told by an old, black-robed, one-legged Puerto Rican priest (Jese Del Gre) that a room in the cellar was the depository of dead residents who had been given their last rites.The stuff nightmares are made of.The children still feared me, and their fear gave me the power to invade their dreams, and that""s when the funreallybegan.In the baby""s bedroom, she stared at the crib of her infant daughter and imagined crib death: "Rudyard, she""s not breathing.Well, I just threw my guns down and walked away.The little bastard shot me in the ass so I limped to the nearest saloon, crawled inside a whiskey bottle, and I""ve been there ever since.