EVELYN DIEDZ Well, this hurts. My head would be a mess, if I had one. But I quickly realize that I don’t. Not yet. Still…
a novel of horror by Dee Emm Elms
EVELYN DIEDZ Well, this hurts. My head would be a mess, if I had one. But I quickly realize that I don’t. Not yet. Still…
CAMERON STYE and just like that the string is inside of me again and the book is taking what it needs his blood rick’s blood and…
HILDA LEEK “Praise Bellbrun!” I cry. I mean it more now than I ever have before. This inhabitance will be the last, I know, and…
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…