Hilda finished her shift, feeling uneasy. Gert took on her duties as the next receptionist took her station. Things were going smoothly. Shift changes were clean and done without confusion or fuss. Hilda was rather pleased with the recent choices she has made. Her unease did not stem from her staff, or the home for that matter. The unease stemmed from the evil that was ‘supposedly’ lurking at her door. It was looking for her mother. Everyone has such faith in the home and it’s ability to protect those that reside in it, she just couldn’t give an inanimate object that much power. ‘But,’ she thought, ‘I do manage a supernatural retirement home, so there’s that.’ She shrugged and turned her computer off. Hilda collected her things and put what she could in her bag. She hung her lab coat up an
