Publisher's Synopsis
The police took a while before they believed him, and now Sam had the house all to himself. He hired new staff and done the place up even better. They spent weeks painting and putting in new horror pieces.
The new staff were eager, and the orders for the haunted tour were off the scale. People could not wait to take the haunted tour in the house of death.
Sam rubbed his hands together at his home the money would roll in now. He came from a Jamaican tribe, and was used to killing without mercy before coming to England. He was in his back garden the warm sun beating down on him.
He watched the fire and then put the two bloody costumes on the flames, and watched as they burnt. Smoke came through the hockey masks eyes as it burnt.
