A heartrending post by my son (and co-blogger) Theo some little while ago recounted a frightening episode of night terrors he experienced as a child. He eventually dismissed it as an artefact of brain chemistry and rejected the existence of dark forces. However what I have never told him is that while he was away at school camp I did some experiments designed to test the existence of a netherworld. I drew a pentagram under Theo's bed and invoked the name of Beelzebub, Prince of Darkness. Nothing happened after an hour or so of chanting and I forgot about it. Apparently Beelzebub (pictured) was busy or uninterested in appearing to me, so Theo copped a belated visit when he got back from camp - sorry cobber.