The Relentless Pursuit of a Soul

Sitting in the middle of my bed was a pale hairless creature, with skin that looked twisted and mauled, as if it was once on fire. The abnormally long fingers of its hands tapered to fine points at the ends. Instead of legs, its lower body formed into a snake-like tail that trailed off the end of the bed. It had small, black, beady eyes and a large black mouth with jagged black teeth. It wasn't until it started laughing at me that I truly started to panic.

Carl Miller saw a demon, but who ...