S. A. Keever

Reflections of Evil S. A. Keever

Could his mine be playing tricks on him? he thought as the thick old lid appeared to be slowly moving. Justin couldn't take anymore. He pulled his feet up against the stony side of the well to brace himself, and used his bodywieght to yank at his bound wrists. He could feel the flesh ripping, leaking warn blood down his arms, but he didn't stop. At the same time the heavy wooden cap rattled threatening to reveal its dark opening and what ever horror lurked within it. Get ready to follow Brook Monroe into a sick and twisted story about sadistic murders, and the unexpected revenge of the dead victims.