Though the sun had long since dipped into the black sky, the night was still young. You had gone to a football game with your parents, leaving you amped as you took off your jacket and closed your bedroom door. Now, the real fun began. A grin spread across your face as you opened the old leather book that sat on your desk. Incantations and rituals covered the old, stained pages, leaving you with wonder in your eyes as you traced over the sigils with your finger. He would be here soon. He, as in Peter Steele. Sure, he had died long ago, but that didn't stop you from becoming good friends with him. As you uttered the forbidden words scribbled across the page, a low hum from the wind rattled your windows.

"Now, sweetheart, tell me why in God's name you felt the need to have me here at this hour." A deep yet soft voice spoke from behind you. He was sitting on your bed, long hair splayed across his shoulders and the faintest of smiles on his lips.