Sleep: the stepchild of Death.
~ Nancy A. Collins
They were Siamese twins, joined at the groin by a traitorous piece of meat.
Things had gone badly at Hell House, although not quite as horribly as the '31 investigation. At least this time there were survivors, if you wanted to call being reduced to catatonia and raving lunacy 'surviving'.
Time snapped and Hagerty found himself speeding toward the woman in the straitjacket. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he pulled her off the corpse and held her at arm's length. He caught a glimpse of Kalish's face and the shredded mess where his throat should have been.
... you cannot shake hands with the Devil and not get sulphur on your sleeve.
