" Tracy needs me ... at least, for this."Dad just nodded and we went back out to the living room. Tom and Dad signed the agreement. Tracy and I did li...ewise as a symbolic gesture. Tom made Dad a copy and then he left. Tracy had grabbed my hand and squeezed into my chair. She clearly needed my support. The room was quiet as we all wanted to hear what could be so bad.TracyMy stomach had been in knots all day. I was grateful that Dr. Hebert had agreed to be here tonight. Over the last several. There was a time in which I could tell my father anything, no matter what it was. I did not feel that it was the same now. The older I got, the harder it was to share my thoughts with him, because honestly, some of my thoughts were not what I felt my daddy should be hearing from me. Most of them were about boys and sex. How does a teenage girl talk to her father about such things? “Do you not feel you can tell me anything any more?” He asked me curiously, a sound of hurt echoing out through. Ever since...." "He's twisting your mind around," I said, seizing her by the shoulders. "You said that he wasn't..." "He's real. I hoped not to involve you....but I did some reading and there was a man by the name of Emmeric Halliwell who was a Satanist." "Did he live here?" "No. A former lover did back in the forties and tricked him to come here. He did not know that a trap was set for him. You see could do astral projectioms. Do you know what that is?" Amy shook her head no. "It's. I pulled up in front of the only all night convenience store in town and got out quietly so as not to disturb Diane's slumber. The parking lot was empty but the clerk was out front smoking a cigarette. He looked into the car and saw Diane, "Is she alright?" "She's exceptional. She's just sleeping off a little sex and alcohol," I offered. "Mind if I take a closer look?" he asked as he stepped back from me fearing I might react violently. "Look all you want. Just don't touch. Then I'd have.