Shie, having closed up for the night, orders around the last of the men before motioning for them to go upstairs. "It's fine. We're done. Take your rest." She took the rag from her apron and began to wet down the bar. The new servers were sloppy, almost worse than her patrons.<br/><br/>Cleaned in only a few moments, she started up the stairs. Halfway up, she heard the demonic laughter start from the ground and work its way up the walls. The paper shook in its frame, rattling the entire foundation as she stood there, frozen. Where was it coming from? What could it mean?<br/><br/>She dropped her hands to her sides, knowing she was defenseless now.