By the living God, the flames of hell are waiting for you.

The lightnings tremble in the clouds to scorch you up and send your black soul to its own place." His hands pawed at my throat, but the horror was descending on him.

He shrieked like a wild beast, and cast fearful eyes behind him.

Then he rushed into the dark corners, stabbing with his knife, crying that the devils were loosed.

I remember how horribly he frothed at the mouth.
"Avaunt," he howled.