Two Minutes to Midnight

I would not have said, before the night that I was strapped to a chair by a desperate man in a tuxedo, that I believed in evil. Not real evil, with a capital E. I don’t even mean the sort of evil inherent in tying a man to a chair, which whilst peculiar and not a little frightening is not really evil in any sense, and I have nothing in particular against tuxedos. I mean the evil I saw later that night, the kind that still wakes me if I ever manage to sleep.I thought the only evil in the world...