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The door opened, and Jenniffer's father stood there, looming like a mountain. He had a gnarled brown beard and shoulder-length brown hair. He wore a plaid shirt and ripped jeans, and carried a belt. His girth and height covered the entire door, as if he were some living wall.
"What," he said, with a voice like thunder, "do you want?"

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Jenniffer could hear her father yelling at someone on the front door. Probably some mail boy or one of those guys who hand out religious pamphlets.
She was reading through the Book of the Damned, and boy but was it a hefty sonuvagun. It was also a little hard to read because of it being entirely in Latin, and because the handwriting was very messy and cramped. What she did translate was stuff about spells, like making voodoo dolls or Ouija board stuff. Most of the stuff seemed to have some relation to the dead, death, bones, blood or spirits. It was a bit freaky, frankly.