Hilda Leek Admissions. They let you, but they’re also something that we often feel makes us look weak to some people. They can be very…
a novel of horror by Dee Emm Elms
Hilda Leek Admissions. They let you, but they’re also something that we often feel makes us look weak to some people. They can be very…
Hilda Leek But to get to the fire — that would take time. And at that moment, my top priority — or, rather, my immediate…
Hilda Leek The light changes. Is there really light in this place? The thing I call light, then. Is it time? Am I looking at…
EVELYN DIEDZ ….. …. … .. . I refuse to cower. Even though I’m afraid. I try to steel myself. Even though I’m not ready…
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…
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…
EMMETT BEERY Emmett landed right on Hilda’s arm – the one holding onto the knife, as he’d intended. He’d jumped down from the trees above,…
RICK BOYLE RICK BOYLE Rick didn’t like cops. Really didn’t like them. Didn’t trust them. Didn’t want to be around them, even. Whatever was going on with them…
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…