Alabama fields. The sun dipped below the western horizon, signaling the end of our second full day of dominating demons. Looking at our surroundings, I had no doubt there was a very real demon here that needed dominating. "Maybe you should tell us exactly what happened between you and this Mr. Sennat." Steve killed the engine and rolled the panel down between us and turned in his seat. "I agree. I mean, what are we walking into here?" Tara stared at the rundown two-story house, chewing her thumbnail. She shook both her hands then put her fist to her forehead. "Okay." She shot out several calming breaths and did a rushed synopsis. "I was seven, second grade and we picked at him. He was a janitor at our school. Well, I hid in the janitor's closet to play a joke on him and scare him, but I fell asleep instead and he never saw me and locked the door. Well I just know that I screamed a long time to get out and I used the bathroom on myself and when they finally opened the door, I was crying scared.
