Once again I approach my one eye demon from hell and attempt to conjure a spell whispered to me by BBW. I know to dabble in the black art is not right, but I, like a moth drawn to a fire can not help myself. Is BBW a friend, or a demon sent to vex me, to tempt me. According to harley he is now locked in a cupboard. I shall attempt it, nobody is looking...and now, I close my eyes..snap my fingers and poof...

Secret Hiding Place