2
I drove straight to the bottom of the hill where lay the cemetery and trudged up the path. Only my footprints from my previous visit lay in the snow and below me the neighborhoods were dark and empty. Everyone else was living their normal, human lives, and here I was walking up a snowy path to a cemetery to procure another voodoo doll to contain the succubus inside me.
I met Mo at the gate to the graveyard. He sat on one of the taller grave markers and his tail swished from side to side. “You’ve had a pretty rough day,” he commented.
I stopped in front of him and ran a glove-covered hand through my hair. “Tell me about it.”
“You woke up late, your friend tried to hitch you with a stranger, and the men in your office are infatuated with you,” he summarized.
I frowned at him. “T
