Demoness Stories

October Thirty-First. Halloween. All Hallows' Eve. We, me and some of my fraternity brothers with more than a few of our sorority sisters, stood behind a rusting wrought-iron fence, mesmerized as we stared at a surreal mansion mysteriously appearing in the distance. Music faintly wafted through the still night. Margaret, one of the sorority sisters, said she heard Dvořák’s The Noon Witch and Water Goblin. “I’ll take your...