“Sammy.”

The tone of the voice sounding like a snake, that slither in the consonants that didn’t exactly belong, making each word slip along into a phrase, unnatural as only he could be. Sam slowly turned, gun still in hand, and pointed directly at the man possessed with it (not even a he, why would Sam even think that?). The safety of the gun was ( Read more... )

The morning had been long, longer than Sam had remembered in ages. There were things running around that he swore weren't supposed to be running around. Things like vampires, spirits, demons of all shapes and sizes; things that weren't supposed to be around anymore. They were supposed to be harmless on the island ( Read more... )