Rocket Biscuit was born on a winter’s eve in the cursed lands of Chatham County, where the witches trembled and the demons begged for mercy. Beyond the tall grass and the buildings which never knew euclidean geometry, cauldrons leaked their foul smelling potions and the banshees only whispered. And in their huts through the woods, after the windows are latched and the last deadbolt is thrown, the townspeople sit in the dark... and they listen. Finally, the old toothless woman who was older than anyone could remember said, “What is that sound? Do you hear it? Tell me, boy, do you hear it?” And the boy smiled, only a slight curl of the lip, but a smile all the same; for he did hear it. He heard it as plain as day.

And he knew well what made the infernal sound ...