Late in the afternoon she missed a call from the pawnshop.

That was odd, she hadn't heard her phone ring.

The message itself was rather weird too. Just a stilted, robotic version of Davroe's voice telling her to come get her clock.

Something was off about that. She could tell, she just didn't know what was wrong. She sort of felt paranoid about the situation, like she might be going slightly crazy. The problem with that though, she had no reason no evidence to support that something was off, other than she had monsters and now she didn't trust anything even remotely strange.

Not everything was monster or ghost related though. Some people were just weird. While she had gotten more of a sleazy vibe from Cooper Davroe when she first spoke to him that morning, she wouldn't put it past him to also be weird.

So, with Babs on her shoulder still she hopped into her car and drove back to the pawnshop. The sign on the door said closed, but she could see him behind the counter. She waved at him, but he didn't move, he just stood there, staring at the door.

This was getting weirder and weirder.

She tried the door and found it open.

"Uh... the sign says closed," she called. And while he was standing there staring at her he didn't say anything.

Yeah.

Weird.

"Is it okay if I come in?"

Still nothing. Right, well she wasn't going to let this intimidate her. She was going to get this over with. She walked towards him, slowly, cautiously because that gut feeling that something was wrong was overwhelming her.

As if to add to her anxiousness, Babs was in her hair letting out a low hiss.

God she hoped Davroe couldn't hear her cause that would be hard to explain.

"Uh... hi... Mr. Davroe, you called me..." she started and he just disappeared.

Not in the sense that he vanished but in the sense that he just bent down behind the counter. He didn't say hello, there was no greeting, none of that slimy southern charm that she had gotten when she first came in. He just bent down and out of view leaving her there blinking her eyes confused.

"Uhm... okay? Are you... are you mad at me? Is something wrong?"

But Davroe appeared again, just straightened up and put the clock down on the counter and then put down a guitar.

Yeah, she wasn't sure what was happening right now.

"That'll be 600 dollars please," he said and immediately Angelica balked at that price.

"I thought you said it would be between 200-250?"

"Plus 350 for the guitar," he said, his voice suspiciously monotone for some reason.

And there it was, that monotonous tone, that was what was off about him. There wasn't a single hint of the southern accent he had that morning, his voice was low, no inflection. That was the something off, his voice wasn't his. There was an air around them that she sort of recognized and she didn't like it.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "I didn't buy the guitar."

"Yes you did."

"No... no I didn't."

Something about him changed. He jerked almost, a little bit of a twitch, she almost asked him if he was okay. Instead he growled: "Take. It."

"I don't want a guitar. I didn't ask for the guitar. I'll give you 250 we agreed on for my clock but I don't want..."

All of a sudden the guitar clattered out of his hand and he roared at her. Angelica had no idea what was happening, why his face suddenly changed, the shadows spreading, painting his face in a gruesome light as it twisted. Then he was launching himself up and over the counter.

Angelica only had to squeak and then Kyle appeared in front of her. He put a hand to the man's chest, stopping him in his tracks and just shoved him. Poor Davroe went flying, like someone had tackled him. He slammed into the wall behind the counter and then collapsed to the floor.

Angelica stood there in the wake of what had happened and let out a little bit of a depressed sigh.

"Ah....Shit."