Stacy peered in the mirror, her forehead almost touching the surface of the glass as she studied the two bumps erupting from her scalp. She fingered the growths gingerly. Yup, there was no doubt it. She was growing horns.

“Sumnabitch,” she muttered. She was going to be pissed if they interfered with her carefully cultivated side part. It had taken 18 months of diligent balm application to get her hair to lay flat just the right way.

Stacy wakes up with the worst hangover, thinking it the final consequence of a crazy, mad weekend in Mexico, but it turns out the hangover is only the beginning. She’s growing horns and experiencing behavioral aberrations. She seeks the help of doctors only to discover her symptoms are not a manifestation of any sort of physical ill, but one of spiritual ill…and for that, she will need to see Dr. Edgar Allan Charles, Doctor of Voodoo.