Here I sat in what used to be the First Presbytarian Church of London, which appeared to be an old, abandoned roman catholic church with its dusty, deserted pews which hadn't been occupied for years. I sat kneeling at the altar, begging, no, pleading for forgiveness for my sins. True, I couldn't remember any of my most recent sins, but when you wake up in an alley beside a dead bum whose throat has been violently torn out, you start to have doubts and begin to wonder. Plus, the evidence I'd discovered didn't lie. The blood on my hands and beneath my fingernails said it all. It wasn't a dream at all. This nightmare was real. But I remembered nothing, only the dream. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you how all this began, the story of my life....
THE HUNTED OF HUNTERS PROLOGUE I opened the envelope and read the letter. It was from an old flame of mine from England who lived and ran the... - SKYamaguchi (90) (readers: 3, score: 0, max length: 4, underlying passages: 5) Genres: Horror
Hunted of Hunters chapter 5 I walked into the large Cathedral of a church, the one place I knew Reverend Jimmy Blair would be. Jimmy made his home in... - SKYamaguchi (90) (readers: 2, score: 0, max length: 2, underlying passages: 2) Genres: Horror, Erotic
Hunted of Hunters-Chapter 7 Chapter 7 I awoke in total darkness, as if inside a coffin, a sheen of cold sweat running down my breasts, continuing down... - SKYamaguchi (90) (readers: 1, score: 0, max length: 1, underlying passages: 1) Genres: Romantic, Horror
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