A Dance with a Demon

A Dance with a Demon

Hell found me. It seeped into my skin and flowed through my veins as I held the hand of a killer.

“You’re not a bad girl, Sandra,” I told her, staring into the hollow eyes that shifted from me to the floor.

I saw no remorse, no emotion. She seemed to be thinking, plotting a way out.

“This thing was out of your control,” I continued.

“Yeah?” she said, her voice lilting with the possibility.

“But, you know, Sandra, I’ve been doing this for a long time. I’ve investigated a...