Puffs of smoke erupted around him as one of the cars opened fire. He changed direction and headed to the right. There was a narrow alleyway. He ran into it looking for somewhere to hide. There was nowhere. Just flat brick. There was a screeching behind him. He risked a glance back. A red Corvette had skidded into the alley. Wicked, spinning blades on its wheels sparking and screeching as they scraped against the wall. (Excerpt from CARnage.) The devil and his minions are about, and wreaking havoc in these short stories of demonic intent. No one is safe. In the dark. When you are sleepy. You see him in the corner of your eye. You feel his breath. The hairs on the back of your neck rise. You tell yourself it is just your imagination. But how sure are you?