The bullet hit her in the chest and blood flowed from the wound. She staggered across the front porch as the heat from the bullet tore shreds from her soul. She fell to her hands and knees and looked at the man who had shot her. He was smiling. The heat from the bullet was ferocious now, burning ...
The engine roared and the car powered around the bend, hugging the bitumen like it were a long-lost lover. The man who had scared millions with his novels about ghosts and ghoulies paid scant attention to the hundred foot drop several yards to his right. After all, he was used to living on the ed...