Chapter Seven
Minutes—or perhaps hours or days—went by while she sat on her bedroom floor, propped against the wall, and tried to figure out what had happened.
Jessica pressed her lips together and stared at the spot on the floor where the card had swallowed the demon as she attempted to summarize the events that had transpired.
The stick-man demon came to my window, tried to grab me through the vent…and was eaten by my magic playing cards.
She blinked and felt ridiculous reciting that in her head. But it was true. She had seen the whole bizarre thing with her own eyes.
Or am I really still hung-over?
Swallowing nervously, Jessica rose to her feet and turned toward the desk. She studied the cards that had arranged themselves into a neat pile after swallowing a whole freakin’ demon al
