Aw, that place sucks. It's underfunded, and "Hell Week" was discontinued due to noise complaints.

I think my Aunt Pat graduated from there. When I was four or five, I stayed with her for a while, and I have this middle-of-the-night memory of her in black robes, drawing the traditional pentagram-in-circle on the cement floor of the basement, where I slept (she had seven kids). Maybe it was a dream? I haven't seen her for years; she lives in Florida now (of course). Least I didn't end up the sacrificial lamb that night.

*lights black candle*