I wanted to be scared. Or at the very least creeped out.
It should be noted that I am a wimp. It doesn’t take much to terrify me, and any kind of story about the occult is usually enough to give me nightmares and make me afraid of the basement. Did I mention I’m 30? Obviously, this is embarrassing but its crucial to understanding that given the way the book is billed, I should have at least been a bit freaked out, but the Demonologist was about as scary as the Da Vinci Code. More
