“For me?” I asked, “h-how can a Hellhound come for me? I never made a deal with a demon!” I frantically said to my dad. My dad turned to me, “sweetheart, I know you didn’t. None of us did.”

“Then why are they here for me?!”

“I can’t really explain it to you right now, sweetie, but please just – just follow my lead, okay?” he said then he turned to face the invisible animals when we both saw a shadowy figure enter the warehouse….whistling.

“Now, now. That’s not how we welcome our guests,” a woman said. She had a very sultry voice, it was – how do I say...