by Michael Potts
Jeffrey Conley sits beside Aunt Jenny at Sunday evening service, the hard wooden bench serving as security in the midst of chaos. He has come home - to a land of loss. Parents, dead. Grandparents, dead. Twin brother, dead two hours after birth. Great-aunts, great-uncles, Aunt Jenny’s husband Lawton, all dead. All decaying in their graves.
But something lives. Something dark. Something evil.