Chapter 2
Dom scratched at his head under the itchy Holmes hat with one hand, trying to make the pipe look natural in his mouth with the other. Around him floated the early buzz of a party just getting started, people in costumes entering and going through the awkward first mingling stages. The place was great, very rustic, very creepy, apparently a spare building owned by the local taxidermist, Owen. His touches were all around; Dom suspected the man had taken his creepiest pieces and stocked the house with them.
Three live black cats snaked through the ankles of the crowd as Dom took in the setting. The main area—kitchen, dining room, living room, bathroom—was apparently safe, but still decorated with cobwebs and spiders, and spooky noises played in the background. The rest of the plac
