Chapter Three
The Pentagram
Julia was more drunk than she realized, but this seemed like a fine idea at the time, following her breakup with a boyfriend of three years. All that effort and all those plans shot in the ass. The Pentagram bar had looked like a great answer to the problem, but now she was home and the truth of the matter was setting in once more.
Unsure whether she could make it to her bed or not, she fell on the sofa and shut her eyes. The world spun around her, and holding back tears, she called out the name of her former love.
“Sammy. Oh, Sammy.”
“To hell with Sammy.”
The voice was audible. Opening her eyes, she sat up to expect herself confronted by some intruder in her home, but she was alone.
“Is someone here?”
The voice was dimly familiar to her, coming from the
