Jim, the mortician, was a disgusting man. His lab coat was stained with God knows what, and his hands were always cold and clammy. But none of that mattered to him, because he had a secret obsession: fucking the beautiful…

The moon was a sly accomplice that night, casting its pale glow into the quiet alleyways where secrets whispered in the shadows. Casey had had enough of the creeping dread that had been stalking her every move. Every rustle of…