"Vampires but not mummies," he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. Ask a fucked up question, get a fucked up answer. It's not her fault if he doesn't like it--though he has to sit and decide if he really even believes it. The demons and angels shit rang true because he'd lived it, in some way. Grown up with people who believed it. The rest of it didn't scan the same.

Then again, this place was real, and maybe the people in charge are warlocks or something. Maybe there's already something at play that keeps demons from being a part of it.

"I've seen ghosts, I think." They're harder to be sure of--legendary enough that they had explanations, but he'd never met anyone who he though had really seen them, the way he had. None here though, which seems strange. They said people died here, and that the whole place seemed emptied out when they first got here."