Suddenly, Doo's ears perked up, looking towards... The hall!

Faster than anyone could react, the well intentioned Good-est of Boys charged in that direction, swooping between Dante's legs! From there, he stood, putting himself between the stranger and the door, barking and hopping in place, pawing, scratching at the door-

Causing the latch to turn, and the door to swing open...

There was only darkness beyond, but Doo lost his nerve, pressing his ears down and whimpering, scooting away as a pair of glowing red eyes appeared in the dark!

A voice spoke out, a mix of a child's voice, and something more gravelly. It said, in a sinister tone, "Thanks, Mister..."

At that moment, Mr. Imp appeared the end of the hall, eyes wide, and fearful! He shouted, "What have you [i]DONE[/i]!?"

Before he could get a step down the hall (likely to close the door), the light's went out, and the entire shop was cast into an unnatural darkness, unbroken even by the light shining through the front windows!

It lasted for about three seconds, and then things got worse-

With a roar like that of a storm, the lights began flickering, unpredictably, giving a strobing effect while things crashed all around; some merely tipping from shelves, others flying across the room, and more still spinning as if picked up by a cyclone! 

When the lights flickered, uncountable... Shadows, were swarming from the door, and a smoky swarm with those eyes, was looming towards Dante and Doo, a mocking laugh echoing until it suddenly cried out, and dispersed!

It was frightened off by Mr. Imp, holding something in his hand, a light shining from it- whatever it was, it allowed the shop owner to put himself between the thing and it's would-be victims!

Once it was gone, the lights came back on... Beyond the forbidden door, a now trashed and empty storeroom, with a single light shining in from a small, high window. Inside the shop, a similar state of chaos, shelves ruined and items strewn about.

Mr. Imp turned, looking down at Dante and Doo, a surly expression on his face as he shuffled through the wreckage. He calmly, quietly shut the front door, locked it, and turned his surly expression to the rest of them as he turned the sign to 'CLOSED'...

"Well, now... We've quite the mess on our hands, [i]don't we[/i]?..."