(from Tin House, Vol. 10, #3)
The rafters are covered with little cuts, like somebody chucked a lawnmower at the ceiling a few times.
Oh hell yes. It’s like I’ve been searching for a story like this. It’s funny, scary, fucked up, it’s utterly ridiculous. I mean, essentially, these dudes conjured up an ancient demon by being too disrespectful. It’s a frat house. The place should be crawling with monsters summoned by assholism. But it’s spooky, and I took the monster with the strap-on seriously.