Thrillscarlet: Blood Runner

By Don Everett Smith, Jr

Real estate broker Bobbi Adler has been invited to the homestead of the dark and dangerous man named Antiochus.
However, when he reveals his true form, only a mysterious figure clad in a red hood and red cape named - Thrillscarlet - can save the day.
Their only means of escape, is a treacherous race through the dark forest surround Antiochus's abode.
Can these two last the night?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Don Everett Smith, Jr
• Release date: May 8, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463437513

Don Everett Smith, Jr

Don Everett Smith Jr. is a true crime and horror writer and podcaster who publishes stories under the imprint Tombstone Stories Publishing. He lives in Central Pennsylvania with his wife, Laura, cats and a tortoise named Flash.When not writing, he is the host of the podcast "Conversations of the Strange" that deals with true crime, the unknown and everything else.He also publishes comic books under the imprint Pinion Comics, which can be found at DriveThruComics (dot) com!

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THRILLSCARLET: BLOOD RUNNER

By

Don Everett Smith Jr.

Thrillscarlet: Blood Runner by Don Everett Smith Jr.

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In the middle of a dark forest, a small old sandstone church stood. At one time, it could easily seat 100 parishioners.

But now one person was alone inside with no one to comfort her.

Bobbi Adler sat in one of the whitewashed pews and noticed a faded red cardinal in the stained glass window.

I always liked the color red, she said to herself as she blew her own ginger shaded hair from her eyes.

Thanks to the candlelight that glowed around the room she saw her gray blouse was torn at the sleeve and her black pants were ripped.

The door in the back of the church suddenly swung wide open and as heavy boots beat the wooden floor boards. She quickly picked herself up and spun around to see him.

He stopped at her pew. His scarlet cloak