It was Halloween and the howling dog, the moon and the creaking boards made for a mystical night: Jessie sat by her altar, in her sacred space, and called to her ancestors.
“The veil is thin, I welcome you all,” she spoke into the night.
Some time passed, and then she felt a cold hand on her shoulder. Whipping her head round she saw nothing, but she felt an icy presence. Something dark, cruel, had entered her world. She prayed for protection.