Secrets of a Psycho Plus Curse of the Voodoo Man

By Donald H Sullivan

Two stories. 1. Secrets of a Psycho. Alfred does his victims a "favor" by killing them, and has them to dance on their graves for his pleasure. He keeps a secret diary of his activities. 2. Curse of the Voodoo Man. Tom Bauer heckles a nightclub entertainer called Dan the Voodoo Man. Tom laughs off a curse the Voodoo man places on him, but strange things begin to happen.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Donald H Sullivan
• Release date: Apr 10, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311211361

Donald H Sullivan

I'm a native Floridian, retired from the US Army, I started writing in the army, mostly training and tech manuals. Boring stuff, but it whetted my interest in writing. I've written sci-fi, thrillers, mysteries, humor, fantasies, horror, and more. I'm now living in NC. While in the army, I served in air defense artillery, military intelligence, and psychological operations. I also worked in Federal Civil Service as a quality assurance specialist, ammunition surveillance. I love writing, reading, most kinds of music, and animals--especially dogs.

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Secrets of a Psycho

Plus

Curse of the Voodoo Man

Donald H Sullivan

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Copyright 2016 Donald H Sullivan

Table of Contents

Title Page

Part I: Secrets of a Psycho

Part II: Curse of the Voodoo Man

About the Author

Part I: Secrets of a Psycho

Alfred Jenkins was on his way home from his wife’s funeral. He looked at the passenger seat and began to chuckle. I wonder if your ghost is sitting there, Irene. Are you watching my driving, angry because you have no voice to nag me now? He was laughing aloud now, so hard that he was banging his hands against the steering wheel.

Y’know. I had to grit my teeth to keep from laughing and dancing at your funeral. I wanted to bust out singing 'Good Night Irene. I did giggle through my handkerchief, but they thought I was crying."

He stopped for a red light, still laughing. He looked around and saw that the woman in the car next to his was staring at him.

Stupid bitch. What the hell is she staring at. If I pulled my switchblade and waved it at her she would have something to stare at. Hey, how would she like it if I cut her damn throat.

He looked at her and smiled. Something funny I heard on the radio, he said. She nodded and smiled.

The light changed and he continued. "Oh, it’s so funny, Irene. They think you fell from the step ladder while changing a light bulb. Only you