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…
EMMA ALBRECHT The woman in purple tried to keep calm. Given the circumstances? That wasn’t easy. She tried to reach out beyond walls she couldn’t…
CJ SWEET As the police car reached the end of the dirt road and turned onto Fell-Munch, CJ kept looking between Rick and Jay, and…