Wicked Was the Night

With blood on his hands and a knife beside his bed, Leo can't remember what happened last night.. But he remembers her. Jessica... if that was even her real name.

He remembers their date, and afterward going back to her place. He remembers the strange music she played, the distinctly foul drink she made him, and the numerous 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. He can still feel their cold hands upon his body, and 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.