Ghosts stalk the break-down lanes of the highways up here. Shuffling down the pavement to God knows where. Always alone…
“Take your pick.” Alice nudged identical boxes toward him. Black with black…
ZACHARIAH WAS GOING to do this just one time. At least that was what he told himself. He had heard the tales about the ugly English man with the lumpy, twisted face and the horrifying eyes who could make the devil appear in the flesh. His sister…