The Rat-King tweeked his wiskers and observed

The Rat-King tweeked his wiskers and observed Sewer Kingdom from high up on his throne (which is basically a pipe). Rat underlings scuttled to and fro

, seen in a small instant here and there as they passed through the moonlight that fell down to them through the sewer grate. Then they returned to darkness, with unknown depths.

Unknown to all but the municipal city planners of waste water treatment who in their inscrutable wisdom deemed 6 ft appropriate, and the Grues knew too. In the subterranean passage

There was a lot more than just dead bodies. Down there...you don't even want to think about those...things.

But Pete got all eager to have a looksee himself. I had to knock him out for his own good. We didn't know sigils, but did our best and laid about 5 lbs of salt across the threshold

rubbing his forehead in chalk so that the spirits didn't know where to look. I didn't even try to look into the doorway again. Some things aren't meant to be pondered too long.

But then suddenly, there a spirit was infront of us. It could see us! I rubbed chalk on my forehead & stepped sideways. "I can still see you- chalk doesnt make you invisible."

"How about if I ERASE?" I yelled at the spirit as I took out a huge felt eraser and wiped the chalk from my forehead. "GAH!" shouted the spirit, "Where'd ya go, ya whippersnapper?"

"Oh, I'd be careful with using that word, hon. In this scenario you'd be the snapper getting whooped." It was the spirit again but now strengthen somehow. It had the upperhand now.

The spirit's power was tangible. It felt like blackness. It smelled like doom. "I'm sorry," I squeaked timidly. "I forgive you," she said. Truly, powerful she was.