Owen smiled weary towards the man named Malcolm Wade and raised his glass to him.<br/>Names…the first step on the road to the place where you grieve for people once they’re dead.<br/>“Nice to meet you, Wade”, he replied shortly before he focused on Mr. Hatcher again.<br/>The priest listened until the man had finished talking. He watched the man carefully as he spoke and he watched him as he showed he photos around. He watched the little shiver of his hands, the erratically flickering of his eyes.<br/><br/>“I’m certain sure Mr. Wade here is as deeply impressed by your stories about shoot some lions from a moving truck with a heavy-calibered gun as I am. You know, Mr. Hatcher, if words and pictures were enough to convince me I’d still sit in a nice little church in the middle of nowhere.”  Owen took a sip of his whiskey. He closed his eyes, just for a second. He played with the glass in his hands, observing it attentively.<br/>“I’ll be convinced when I see…that” he pointed on the pictures “and the thing that caused it.”<br/>As he looked back at Mr. Hatcher he forced himself to smile. Fear had taken hold of him. Not for his life, or Mr. Hatcher’s beloved property …<br/>Should – whatever haunted – Harrowgate Manor decided to go on a little journey…<br/>Owen didn’t want to think about it.<br/><br/>As Wade and the young girl who had just returned to the table discussed about what or what not could do such harm shown in the photos, Sean pictured to himself who this demon would look.<br/>The priest was sure that there was a demon. In his experience especially demons had a fancy for such kind of - artistic atrocity. Demons and humans…<br/><br/>Wade’s chatter about an Outsider brought him back to reality. Reality, a funny word when you’re sitting around a table, covered with distasteful pictures of disfigured corpses, talking about ghosts and demons.<br/>“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait”, Owen wouldn’t let Wade chance from the Outsider subject that easily.<br/>“You think that” he pointed to the pictures on the table again “could be the work of an elder demon?<br/>C’mon, that’s biblical bullshit. I mean even most demons don’t believe in them.”<br/>But what if the man was right? What if they did exist? There had been some cryptic reports on them in the archives of the Vatican – then again they had reports on a talking, burning bush.<br/>The priest looked at the pictures again. Probable or not, they had to consider the presence of an elder demon.<br/>“Then again if Mr. Wade is right about his Outlander…you’re really fucked, Mr. Hatcher.”<br/><br/><br/>