Willie Lester tried to rescue the woman who had once told him she wasn’t worthy of his love. From a far distance behind him he heard the shrill, demon-shrieking of that grinning idol of darkness, calling upon his gold-horned handmade beasts. And in his ears reverberated the horrifying screams of Veronica Tucker from that secret cabin of evil, Satan’s signature had been signed by the marks of cloven hoofs.