The devil and the drum

[boccaderlupo]

I dreamed I was talking with my father, buonanima. He spoke of a time when he was a child and he had arrived home, only to find the devil with his face pressed up against a window, wearing a hideous grin. My father was terrified. He found a small drum, and began to beat it, louder and louder. After a time, the devil, seemingly troubled by the drum, slunk away and did not return.