JEFF ARMANDO “Blood?” I hate only having these one-word answers for Father Salat. It makes me feel even more stupid. But, it’s all I can…
a novel of horror by Dee Emm Elms
JEFF ARMANDO “Blood?” I hate only having these one-word answers for Father Salat. It makes me feel even more stupid. But, it’s all I can…
JEFF ARMANDO I’m looking out at the wall opposite. At the sink. At a green, plastic bowl on the counter; the bowl looks old. It…
JEFF ARMANDO Something attacked Father Salat. It was a burning woman. Father Salat thinks it was a demon. And it looked like a woman. Sort…