I opened the old book. What was inside sent a chill up my spine. Pentagrams and rituals were covering page over page. Messages of distress were on almost every page.I put a hand to my mouth as I scanned the pages. There was this figure in the book that kept appearing. It had black horns and devilish grin. A demon of ink is what went in my head. I didn’t know what to do with this anymore. What was father doing all these years? As I flipped through the pages a black stance began to leak from the book. The smell of ink hit me like a slap. I quickly put the book down as by now my hand was covered in ink. This sent questions running through my head. I didn’t have time to think as I heard a low growl. My vision quickly glanced up to see the horns of the demon in the book. I trembled as they cornered me against the wall. I frantically look around for something to help me. Nothing seemed to be of help.