Wicked Was the Night

The previous night is a blur—but the blood on his hands tells a horror story. Leo can't remember what happened last night, but he remembers her. Jessica. If that was even her real name. He remembers going back to her place. He remembers the foul drink she made him, the strange music she played, and the occult keepsakes decorating the walls of her apartment.It’s coming back to him now. But the more Leo recalls, the more he wishes he might forget.The gothic manor. The deranged family residing there. He can still hear their chanting, can still feel their cold hands upon his body, their dark magic worming its way into his mind. He remembers what they did to him. Worse—he remembers what they made him do. And tonight...They’re going to make him do it again.