"There were certainly things like that, where I came from, interdimensional travelers who would latch onto an idea or a piece of folklore. Somebody's belief, or what they expected something to be, that could be more powerful than anything else. They'd end up looking like your classic horned and pitchforked demon because that's what the person they were talking to expected, you know? Angels, demons, ghosts," Jack shakes his head, "it was all kind of the same. Maybe it is the same, even here."

"Bah. Us two dopes with beers aren't going to crack this all open tonight. But I guess all this crap does put you at the front of the line for explanations, when we ever find who's doing this to us."