Sherry’s eyes went wide. “Harry, what have you done?”

“Don’t worry,” Harry said, holding up his hands in the most conciliatory gesture he could muster. “It’s just a broken vase. It’s not the end of the world.”

“Actually, Harry, I’m afraid it is.”

Before Harry could reply, he felt the earth quake. The sky turned blood-red, while the heavens and earth were opened, releasing the wailing spirits of the damned.

“Huh,” Harry said. “I’ll be damned.”

“Pretty much, yeah,” said Sherry.