Dr. NoSleep (host)

If blood need be spilled, then blood shall be spilled.

It is that simple.

I duck through a small opening in the stone wall and navigate a series of twists and turns, ups and downs, before I find the passageway I need.

I can already hear them, my brethren, my family.

Their voices lift high, piercing the very stone and concrete and dirt and mud and asphalt that separates us from those who live far, far above.

a turn here, a turn there, and I arrive to see all of them circled around the candle.

Our single candle.

Our only source of light to fend off the darkness that surrounds us, always.

Not that we fear the darkness, no.

No, we are of the darkness.

We blend and meld and become one with it.

Except for tonight.

Tonight we don our robes, we chant our holy words, we prepare our sacrifice.

And oh, what a sacrifice it is!

A tabby cat, skinny and mean.

It stares at us, hisses at us, growls at us, but it cannot swipe.

No, we have caught it and subdued it with so much twine.

Even its dagger teeth and razor claws cannot cut through the amount of twine encircling the squirming, angry body.

Cornelius, you have arrived!

My great friend and brother, Anderle, announces.