from the depths 3

        The daytrippers decided to stop at The Potlatch before returning home. Shafts of misted afternoon light lengthened the Skell Van's road-shadow. Leah's world was an amber room.
        "Mighty silent, Gal," Mister Zig-Zag observed.
        "Just thinking of my home in Bountiful."
 

        The Mormons were shouting, drowning out her thoughts. All were looking with horror at the bloody face of Jesus upon her bed. Bishop Carter cried out, "This is witchery!"
        Aine McReady touched the face with a reluctant finger. It came away wet.
        "Blood!"
         A white-haired man dressed entirely in black like Johnny Cash grimaced. He had arrived with Bishop Carter. Had not yet spoken a word, albeit he seemed to be The Decider. With a hiss he ordered
that Leah be handcuffed. "Lock her!"
       "Oh dear Heavenly Father," Leah prayed. "Help me now in this hour of dread."
        From remote Space and Time rushed a mighty wind, filling the room. Healing candles guttered and ceased. Everyone felt a sonic pressure weighing down.
        Then Artie Hoffman shoved his way inside.
        The sweathearts fled. Leah caught a final glimpse of the Man in Black. His face was contorted with hate and he was cursing. "I will hunt you down, Witch. And I will kill you!"


        An eerie silence issued from The Potlatch.
        They sat in the Skell Van and listened. Then they heard a keening voice.  Artie said, "That's Sid."
         As one Artie and Mister Zig-Zag entered the general store. The odor of shit was profound.
         Sid was sitting on the floor beside a cardboard display of Mayfly lures. Both eyes blackened, nose flattened and bleeding.