I'd heard whispered bits of the story since I was a kid. Just after Halloween, back in '83, the demon Azazel had crept into the nursery of a baby boy, intending to drip blood into the child's mouth and turn him into demon spawn.  But Mary Campbell was waiting for him.  She had a gun a stranger had brought to her family ten years before: a gun that ( Read more... )

I'd heard whispered bits of the story since I was a kid. Just after Halloween, back in '83, the demon Azazel had crept into the nursery of a baby boy, intending to drip blood into the child's mouth and turn him into demon spawn.  But Mary Campbell was waiting for him.  She had a gun a stranger had brought to her family ten years before: a gun that ( Read more... )

I'd heard whispered bits of the story since I was a kid. Just after Halloween, back in '83, the demon Azazel had crept into the nursery of a baby boy, intending to drip blood into the child's mouth and turn him into demon spawn.  But Mary Campbell was waiting for him.  She had a gun a stranger had brought to her family ten years before: a gun that ( Read more... )

I'd heard whispered bits of the story since I was a kid. Just after Halloween, back in '83, the demon Azazel had crept into the nursery of a baby boy, intending to drip blood into the child's mouth and turn him into demon spawn.  But Mary Campbell was waiting for him.  She had a gun a stranger had brought to her family ten years before: a gun that ( Read more... )

I'd heard whispered bits of the story since I was a kid.  Just after Halloween, back in '83, the demon Azazel had crept into the nursery of a baby boy, intending to drip blood into the child's mouth and turn him into demon spawn.  But Mary Campbell was waiting for him.  She had a gun a stranger had brought to her family ten years before: a gun that ( Read more... )