[ The summary garners a bit of a squint while she listens, back to writing again. ]

These messages, among others, were scratched into seemingly random walls and furniture—on the floor just beneath the Halloween celebration that our puppetmaster summoned so many of us to attend.

[ Some people more forcefully than others. ]

The one capable of this level of entrapment is no man or woman. Somehow, they are exercising power greater than a god's.

[ Why does that sound so familiar? No, she knows. She knows.

The pen pauses, and her head tilts a little while she stares at the messages with an uncomfortable lump in her throat. Vanessa continues with a sharper edge to her rasp. ]

I assure you that evil is behind this, and nothing less.