The Brides of Devil's Leap — Sandra Shulman

Trembling with fear, I remember the old crone's warning: "When the devils dance beneath Devil's Leap and you see the fire that does not burn, remember my words and know your own death is not far off..."

I must have drifted into sleep, for the next thing I knew there was only darkness. Some premonition made me raise myself and strain my ears. Somewhere, far away, was a faint drumming. Gradually the sound increased and echoed over the counryside like great footsteps capering over a stone floor.

I slipped out of bed and went to the window. Out in the night a phosphorescent glow emanated over the horizon. A mysterious orange glow -- the color of hell!