This morning I went twitching out to put the bin out. The Raven Princess Spandex was standing out in the alley too, just standing there with a big white terrified face on her.
"You're very pale without your make-up on," I said giving her a dig for Hot Baby Roy, even if it was his own stupid fault he was knocked back.
"I'm still hot like butter on a scone," she said. Then she pulled a face like she knew it hadn't sounded as cool/sexy/whatever as she'd hoped.
"Yes you are," I nodded to spare the poor lady's embarrasment.
"Who used to live in this house before me and Princess Cheetara?"
"A couple of sweaty heavy metal rock and rollers."
"Were they into devil worship?"
"Not them, there were some satanists lived there before that, they once killed a goat in there as a sacrifice to satan."
Her mouth fell open and she started trembling.
"It's okay, they were harmless enough."
"This creepy bastard in a grim reaper cloak came to our door the other night and said that we had a very powerful 'grimoire' in our attic."
"The Death Owl."
"That's his name, that's his name," she started to cry and I gave her a hug.
"Listen leave it with me, I know him and I'm not scared of him. I'll find out what's going on. Don't worry about it."
I went back in the house and I'm going to light up the crack pipe. Hopefully Balkazaler will show up and tell me what's going on.
