I wake up struggling. Scrootius and Absinth have me by the arms. They drag me into a metal sarcophagus and close me in. “It would seem we have to go about this contemptible game with a bit more direction.” My forehead hits the lid as they stand the whole thing upright. There are three small…

Taking the project into my own hands. I’m going to start trying to work on the artwork for this myself. So this project is finally moving forward!

Dear faithful readers, I apologize for… …such few updates of this story.…the long pauses between breaths.…the emptiness of story. in 2011, I am more focused and will be more faithful to both the demon of the basement and your faithful readership. Thank you for your support, eyes, mind, and heart.

Every demon has its servant and these demons were no different. The Intervals performed the biddings of Scoortius and Absinth just as they did the bidding of their own Mistress.

Mr. Scrootius slowly stroked his well groomed goatee to a point as he reclined back in the passenger seat of the moving van more than a few paces down the street from the Lenore house. “This is going to be a tad bit trickier than we had originally projected, isn’t it Mr. Absinth?” “It shall…