Organization- Ancient Age

Still whistling, Sitterson watched Hadley go to the second mahogany panel at the back of the room, slide it open and pull the lever inside. He closed his eyes and kissed the pendant around his neck, knowing that a process was being repeated around and beneath him, blood flowing, grooves and carvings and etchings being filled, all in darkness as ever it was.

Sometimes in nightmares he dreamed of that shape slowly being traced in blood, the primitive human figure holding a goblet and dancing, carved into a chunk of stone as old as the world itself, and on waking he’d feel a deep dread more basic than anything he’d ever felt before, fearing that he was the Fool. Much of the dread came from the knowledge of what he had almost touched, because even dreams were no way to draw close.

- The Cabin in the Woods: The Official Movie Novelization, chapter 7