Hey, Scott,
Lisa
The Soft Whisper of the Dead
Charles L. Grant
From the shadows of a windswept night comes a dark, elusive stranger...
One who stalks the cobblestone streets of Oxrun Station, moving silently from victim to victim. One who haunts the winter-chilled corridors of Squires Manor, luring the soul of a young beauty to eternal damnation. One who sleeps by day and rises at night to satisfy a strange and evil thirst... The thirst for human blood.
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