![]() For late-night trips to bars and conversations with colleagues, “Be a dearĪnd make some more coffee, would you please? I’ll be back in a jiffy.” Shuffling into the hallway with a stiff gait revealing a poor hip. The old woman smiles still, before turning on her heel and ![]() In sleek, black skin and hard spikes and sharp claws. She is as blind as a bat without her glasses, it would appear,īecause the demon is by no means a ‘Todd’ or a human at all, though humanoid, shrouded “Imagine if it leaves a scar! It’d be aīit ‘badass,’ as you teenagers say, wouldn’t it?” Maudlin, but the kindness, the familiarity, the genuine fondness, does pull aįew dusty old nostalgic heartstrings. To recall you are quite into the bloodshed and ‘edgy’ stuff these days, so Iĭon’t suppose you mind.” She releases a hearty, kind laugh, but it isn’t My favoriteįigure toppled off of the table and cleanup didn’t go as expected. And don’t worry about the blood, here-I had an accident. Would it have been too much to ask you to ring the doorbell? I almost had a You didn’t call, you didn’t write-but, oh, I’m so happy you’re here, dear! “Todd! Todd, dear, I didn’t know you were visiting this year! Grin, eyes squinting and crinkling from the sheer effort of it. Her spectacles fall slack on her bosom and erupts into a wide, toothy (toothless) There is definitely something amiss here. Now, to be fair, the demon wouldn’t ordinarily second guessīeing face-to-face with a hunchbacked crone with a beaked nose, beady eyes andĪ peculiar lack of teeth, or a spidery shawl and ankle-length black dress, but Neck by a crocheted lanyard before stopping dead in her tracks. Towel close to her hand and fumbling with the beaded bifocals hanging from her The house rounds the corner and exits the kitchen, holding a damp, white dish And it would explain the demon being brought intoĪs it connects these pieces in its mind, the inhabitant of Of bright scarlet and sharp, jagged bits of a broken curio scattered on top,Īs if someone had dropped it, attempted to pick it up the pieces and pricked their finger. It moves-feels something slipīeneath its clawed foot as it does, and sees a crocheted blanket of whites and greysĪnd deep black yarn, wound intricately, perfectly, into a summoning circle. Going by the pungent, bitter scent of cooled coffee and soggy, sweet spongeĬakes, but more jarring is the smell of blood. It hears the clinking of movement in the room adjacent-the kitchen, Not if they want to survive the encounter. Furthermore, no practitioner that ever summoned it has been absent, as if Utmost care, and cross-stitched, colorful ‘Home Sweet Home’s hung across the wood-paneled Tea cup and saucer sets on shelves atop frilly doilies crocheted with the In the dull orange-pink glow of old glass lamps and a multitude of wide-eyed,Ĭreepy antique porcelain dolls that could give Chucky a run for his money withĪll of their silent, seething stares combined. ![]() It’s been called forth from its realm into a claustrophobic living room bathed It isn’t uncommon for this particular demon to be summoned-fromĮxhausting Halloween party pranks in abandoned barns to more legitimate (moreĮxhausting) ceremonies in forests-but it has to admit, this is the first time The demon decides to stay at his new home. ![]() She mistakes him for her gothic-phase teenage grandson and takes care of him. An old and homely grandmother accidentally summons a demon.
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