Wilde Jagd
[recommended music - silvia maleficas - the witching hour - peter grundry] a hot billow escaped his partially open mouth with each ragged breath. under his tattered military jerkin, a dark patch of sweat soaked through his under shirt.
Experiment 86 Issue #1.n Test Run
Experiment 86 issue #1.n test run the witching hour has struck in north east philadelphia on torresdale avenue near the el as an unmarked van pulls into the parking lot of dunkin donuts and two men in black paramilitary uniforms get out and open
Camp, and a familiar face...
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You Get What You Pay For
Ways to support me:patreon - buy me a ko-fi - amazon author page it was a steamy mid-summer's night in the big city, close to the witching hour.
Big Blind
It was the witching hour. nothing so crude as midnight, of course - anyone can be a witch at midnight, with the full moon at its zenith - no, here it was past 3am, and he'd been awoken by a hand on his shoulder, shaking him urgently.
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"according to the reports we managed to find, the basement was were bill and bill performed most of their heinous acts, so it is the most likely place we'll find some activity, as well as the fact we are coming up on witching hour...that's right folks
Demon in the sack Pt3
Early one morning, shortly before witching hour matt began the ritual. the summoning circle drawn out in chalk on the large matt at the center of his lounge.
Rise of the Yokai - Part IV
, their host like that finally stated enthusiastically, "so let's have our second witching hour battle begin, shall we?" "witching hour?", akainu mumbled confused, just now remembering this connection.
This and Vat
hour with the only lights are coming from the chemicals reacting behind clear reinforced plastic as strange forms float within in north east philadelphia.
Reality
It was the witching hour, nothing so crude as midnight of course. anyone can be a witch at midnight under a full moon. it was past 3 am and he had been awoken by a hand on his shoulder, shaking him urgently.
Destinies Intertwined
Atop an old church, the bell pealed out twelve ringing knells, showing that, in case one wasn't aware, the witching hour had now begun. to celebrate this occasion, a large colony of bats flitted out from the tower, disturbed by the ringing of the bell.
Swallowing the Pit
She had been snooping around inside for a few hours now, and she didn't keep a watch on her (her suit had a habit of absorbing any foreign technology applied over it) but she supposed that it was nearing the witching hour. no big deal, though.