The room was 100%, most-certainly, irreversibly haunted. Steven looked down at the thick, leather-bound book with the nightmarish face carefully stenciled on the front cover, and wondered where he went wrong. It couldn’t have possibly been when Steven summoned forth elder things to sprint across the sky, bringing the unknowable noise of the space in between the night and the day to all who observed them. It definitely wasn’t when the diamond grains of sand in the long-lost hourglass formed concentric circles, and shifted into the grainy fog of memory at Steven’s command. For sure, it couldn’t have been when the blinding bolt of fire reached up into the clouds after Steven told the things below that the depths were not nearly as homely as one should believe. When the stars themselves fell from their distant perches, Steven was there, book in hand, trying to finish the school necromancy project that was due tomorrow. But now, Steve realized his mistake. As the ghosts of the days pasts lingered within the walls they had come to call home, Steve reached for his bible and flipped to the passage about exorcism. It was time for him to start over.