HILDA LEEK And then, at long last, the branding iron is hot enough. I lift it from contact with the heating element, holding it out…
a novel of horror by Dee Emm Elms
HILDA LEEK And then, at long last, the branding iron is hot enough. I lift it from contact with the heating element, holding it out…
HILDA LEEK I hear the TK Wanderlad movie reel end as I exit back into the hallway. Flip-flap. Flip-Flap. Flip-flap. My bones hurt as I…
HILDA LEEK It’s this time more than time so far past time. We who gather under the stars are blessed and we are ready and…
JEFF ARMANDO I’m eating a tuna sandwich. Made by a Satanist named Hilda Leek. Or, well, a spiritualist, Father Salat said. Someone who just might…
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…
EVELYN DIEDZ The book has come back to me now. Brought back to my hand by- … … – well, okay, let’s try to come…
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