At the multimillionaire’s wife’s funeral, a homeless girl pointed at the casket and screamed, “She’s not dead! I saw him lock her in!” The husband sneered, “Get this lunatic out of here.” But when the lock broke and the lid slid open, what lay inside made the entire crowd freeze in terror…

to vanish, to be entirely forgotten by the world!”

“Secure him,” I told Vance, my voice eerily calm now that the enemy had a face.

I walked toward the burning lodge. The front door was open, the flames haven’t fully consumed the entryway. Against Vance’s frantic shouting, I stepped inside the smoky foyer. On a small, soot-covered writing desk near the continue reading …