Chapter 13

It was late in the afternoon when Ken reached the hell-house. He burst open the door, hoping that Allen would be tucked away in his casket and sleeping peacefully. There were no more deals to be made. Allen had to die, period. The thrill of the kill coursed through his veins as he inched closer to Allen's room. He could tell he'd been in there. His scent lingered all through the house, becoming stronger as he walked down into the basement.

The casket was closed, as ...