"Elli, They're out there again."
Elli looked up from her mixing bowl and out the window. Sure enough, They had returned. Dressed in black robes, marching around the bakery, and chanting horribly, fifty or more of Them.
They wanted their annual offering.
"Do what you can to stall them please, Jeff." Elli said, returning to her work. She had a lot to do if she wanted to appease them, and she was not going to dissapoint.
The Bakery Master, heading outside, worried. He and Elli had managed to appease Them last year, but last year there had only been half this many of Them chanting outside, and Elli's grandmother had been alive to deal with Them while the offerings were prepared.
But Ellen had died that spring. And judging by the few faces he could find under those robes, it seemed to be the trend everywhere. Those who knew how to appease Them were disappearing, dying off or going out of business.
Jeff shuddered at the thought of what might happen if They couldn't be appeased. If all