Who's gonna hear you cry, when there's more of them than there are of you?

The Chicago Police Department sees its fair share of weird and unexplainable things on a daily basis, the kind of thing no cop talks about if they value their jobs. Tonight is one of those nights.

The police respond to a disturbance at a warehouse on Pier 36 around 9 pm and walk into what can only be called a charnel house. There is blood everywhere, and at least twenty bodies litter the inside of an inverted pentagram made of gold filigree on the floor the large warehouse owned by Molson’s Meat Packing. No one wants to think about how fitting the name is currently.

In the center of the room lies a stone table roughly the size of a full-size bed. The table is splattered with blood that runs down into the floor as well. Scorch marks mar the intricate tapestries on the walls and the masonry beneath them and there is a foul odor in the air. At the northern end of the warehouse, on a raised dais, is a golden chalice set with several precious stones that gleam in the now-bright light.

These cops don’t know what’s going on , but they do know who to call when weird stuff like this happens: Detective Karen Lynch.