It was the screams that brought them running.
It had been a normal night. It was supposed to _keep_ being a normal night.
"I don't get it," Ronan, the baker; a large man with dark hair and beard and skin permanently ruddy from the heat of his...
Canine, Feral, General Fiction, Ghost, Human, Minor Horror, Mute, No Relationships, No-Yiff, Only Passing Knowledge of the Catholic Church