Passing the Bar-d

Hannah considered the notes in front of her, licking a finger and shuffling between them. On top was a shopping list for Gronk’s dinners this week, with a notation in arcane runes running up the side. She considered it with a heavy sigh. They wanted a show. She’d give them a show.

The Devil Lies

Whatever it was, it wanted what was under those stairs.  Mikey had to stop him; he thought about screaming, crying for help but that would just complicate things--and his father would hear about it.  Whatever happened, he had to deal with it himself. There was no question of turning around, not anymore. He knew what the thing wanted. Blood, and power.