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…