Sleep: the stepchild of Death.

Things had gone badly at Hell House, although not quite as horribly as the ’31 investigation. At least this time there were survivors, if you wanted to call being reduced to catatonia and raving lunacy...

Time snapped and Hagerty found himself speeding toward the woman in the straitjacket. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he pulled her off the corpse and held her at arm’s length. He caught a glimpse of...

But I can tell you the reason for me being so youthful-looking for a man a century and a half old. I’m not exactly what you’d call human. Hell, I’m not human at all. The...

… you cannot shake hands with the Devil and not get sulphur on your sleeve.