The Sex Demon. He owned a small, fake cathedral in the outskirts of the deserted town, Maplekin. He would dress up as a priest every Sunday and lure a random, guilty woman into one of his secret dorms, promising he...

I kept twitching and rolling over in my sleep. I kicked the blankets off so that the cool wind from the window could dry up the sweat that had pooled around all over my neck. The faint smell of the rusty old patche...