INTRODUCTORY

  DOOM SEEKERS

  The quietness of the house increased the unsettling feeling inside the nerve-racking creaking of the wooden floor exaggerated the overwhelming spookiness inside the hallway. Shurley Cole held her flashlight in her left hand as it rested on top of her right hand above her gun. She sucked in a deep breath as she took another step down the hallway cautiously moving her flashlight side to side searching, trying to understand what had happen here .

  As Shurley stepped slowly into the kitchen she almost tripped over Hank's lifeless body. Without needing to check for a pulse the sheriff already could see that there was no life in him. She moved forward walking unto the dark dining- room hanging on to her suspicion to be very careful. Three steps forward she found Hazel's bloody body laying of the old wooden floor lifeless just like Hank.

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  Shurley held her breath for a second stabilizing her thoughts trying hard to figure out exactly what was going on in her town. Red and blue burst on to the lawn in front of the small white frame house while Shurley stood surveying the scene before her. She could feel the dark blanket of evil draping it's veil over the town of Hershel. As sure as she was the chief sheriff of the town, she knew this violence was only the beginning to a demonic power that had seeped into every layer of life, home, street, business and church.

  This wicked night had landed, how long and to what depth of death and destruction would be left behind was unfathomable. All the good would sour as only emptiness and sorrow would be left behind the flames of doom would consume all good elements of this town's life until nothing remained.

  So, it had begun again as the black sleek Royal Royce found its way into the town's center. The master had sent his greatest warrior in the darks’ quiet of the night where all evil begins.