The bed was covered with black silk where Miguel laid on lifeless. On the ceiling was a drawing of the pentagram inside a circle in red paint. Surrounding the bed were red lit candles in between were more drawings of symbols I had never seen before. In front of the bed was a coffee table made into an altar. There was a picture of Miguel on the table, with locks of hair, blood, gooey liquid and fingernails on a coconut shell bowl. There was a white handkerchief too beside the picture. Candles were lit on the altar too. Then a tiny bottle, like those used for perfume testers, was there too. It was almost empty. I reckoned it was just a drop left.
"Sam, what's this?" I moved closer to my brother who was examining the altar.
"How many hours left for the next intake of the potion?" he asked,
