Whisper — Raymond van Over

SPIRIT OF EVILSome said the old Indian in the backwoods was plumb crazy. Others claimed he was just a little eccentric. And a few old timers swore he was touched with an unholy power to heal. But everyone in the small Vermont town of New Thetford agreed it was best to leave the reclusive Algonquin well enough alone ...HOUND OF HELLBrion McKibben saw the pickup deliberately swerve to hit his dog. Moments later, Whisper lay dead in his arms. Heartbroken, Brion carried him to the remote shack and begged the ancient medicine man to bring his pet back. And sure enough, the dog came home ... only now his eyes burned like hot coals, his bristling fur stank of brimstone, and he was no longer eating out of the can. For Whisper has developed an appetite for living, screaming flesh. And he isn't playing dead--ever again!