They watched the recording:
“We’ve a little time to spare. What’s on your mind? Come on, I can see there’s something eating you. Don’t want to talk? I have some Halloween candy? Want any? Okay. Well, would you tell me your name, please?”
The video went silent, suggested videos fading in over the screen, and after a while Steve said, “In the end, I couldn’t get the corpse to talk.”
“I’m more than a thousand percent certain that there’s more to this necromancy business than offering the dead candy.”
“It was Halloween candy. Excuse you.”
Looking over the Necronomicon once again, Harold couldn’t help but feel Steve had once again stunted on his half of the homework. Probably skimmed over the whole blood sacrifice just because he was too lazy to translate the German. But, an idea flashed in Harold’s mind, if he hadn’t read the book. . .
“Well, I’m just glad mine worked out better. Gave me the Powerball for next month.”
“What?”
“Yeah, but I don’t really play, and it seems like cheating now that I know.”
“Cheating! By god, you have to tell me!”
“I couldn’t. How could I live with myself knowing I’d led you astray? First you sold your soul, then I’d be helping you cheat in a game of chance? Just a little too far.”
“Listen, I’ll feed the piranhas this week if you’ll give me those digits.”
With great reluctance, Harold wrote down the first six numbers which entered his head.
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