Deviltower — Ursula Nightingale

A SATANIC PRESENCE STALKED HER IN THE NIGHT

Lissa froze by the half-open door. Someone was coming cautiously along the corridor. The tread of a heavy foot on the wood flooring grew louder and louder.

She peered round the door. The heavy masculine steps passed her and continued down the hall. She heard them as they passed right in front of her, but she saw nothing...