They hide in mattresses. They wait till you're asleep. They rise in the dead of night to feast on your blood. They can multiply by the hundreds in less than a week. They are one of the most loathsome, hellish species to ever grace God's green...
James True was not there when he died.
He'd returned from one of those out-of-body experiences, the kind where you feel your spirit has left your body, but it isn't really a dream, to find he's been murdered, mutilated. The killer left...