A chunk of something fell from the ceiling when Gabriel asked that, either a piece of old worn brick or a part or a part of the plastering. Tyler did not care, he reeled back so fast and freaked out. "No! Oh, they hated it. They hated it and they hate us! Holy shit. Did you guys see that? Did you-- did you get that?"

Tyler's eyes were wide as he was halfway in the doorway, ready to bolt it from the pentagram and the song-hating ghosts. "That was fucking wild. My brain is melting. I--"

Before he could finish, there was a strange noise. The wind, slipping through that hole that was just made, but it made Tyler exit the basement right away. "Holy shit!"