What brought you to chalk a pentagram into the floor of your rental? You want to say it was to prove something to yourself.

The candles dance and flicker before extinguishing, soot and smoke rising from the burnt out wicks. You barely have time to ponder where the gust came from as he appears - pieced together by soot and smoke. He’s gazing down at you like you’re nothing. His hind legs are like that of a goats, hooves and dark fur, and horns that curl. He’s waiting for you to speak.