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…
a novel of horror by Dee Emm Elms
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 Jeff hadn’t been sure what to expect beyond the stairs. As they’d come through the doorway, Jeff had remembered a sermon Father Salat…
JEFF ARMANDO Jeff once again didn’t bother to properly park the mail truck. He just stopped it in the midst of the First Step Church…