…Standing on the front porch, dressed head to toe in the finest black suit was a strikingly handsome man. On his head, he wore a tall thin top hat, and on his hands, finely tailored lamb’s skin gloves. In one hand he held a long black cane with a silver handle and in the other a small parcel…

…The room was dark. An endless pitch blackness surrounded her. The foul stinking odor which filled the house was now even stronger. Sammi gagged and held back a mouthful of bile as it rose in her throat. Reaching to the right of the door, Sammi’s hand shuffled along the wall, feeling for a light switch. Eagerly, as soon as she found it, she flipped it on.

All at once, the surroundings of the room filled Sammi’s eyes. Her mind, instantly berated by what she saw, filled her with a terror unlike any she’d ever known…