Altar of Evil — Florence Stevenson

She was cursed as a bride--bound to a vow of evil older than time...

I saw the bed. Though the ropes were heavy and reinforced with steel wire, they had been severed in the middle. But how could anything have broken such bonds?

A sudden blast of cold air made me look toward the window. The frame was broken, glass and bits of masonry were scattered on the floor. Some large object had been hurled against it with such force that it had actually broken through the thick concrete wall.

I whirled at the sound. John stood against the wall, utter, abysmal horror in his staring eyes. His body was rigid, unmoving state. Then I saw what he had seen.

I screamed, then screamed again and then screamed again…