Demonic Color — Pauline Dunn

IT WAS NO PLAGUE, OR CHEMICAL, BUT SOMETHING MUCH MORE EVIL.

Through his parents forbade him, Jimmy Arnold couldn't resist detouring through the junkyard on his way home from school. He'd done it a zillion times and knew it was absolutely safe, besides, by polishing up some of the cool thingamabobs he found and selling them, he could raise enough money for that bike his dad wouldn't buy him. But when Jimmy reached for a particularly attractive find, he noticed and overpowering smell, and then a weird vapor, and then he felt…

The good people of Town, Indiana were mortified at the news of Jimmy Arnold's death. They couldn't imagine how the boy's body had gotten so hideously disfigured, and completely devoid of blood or organs. But the Midwestern community would know soon enough exactly what sort of beast had ravaged Jimmy Arnold. It was a scenario that would play out again and again, death after death. Something was feeding off Town, draining life, growing stronger with each kill…and it seemed impossible to stop.