Death Comes Calling

... in a Small Town

In the year 1896 pure evil stalked the land: Tom and Jack Milford were soon to be rich men by their standards. "Please," the farm wife begged, "Don't hit my husband anymore. I'll tell... I'll tell," she screamed. "There's a loose floor board under the table and a cash box is hidden under it. Please tell me my husband is alright!" Knowing that her husband was already dead, Jack lied, "He'll be alright now that you've told us about the money." Assured that this was all the family possessed, it was now time to have a little more fun. Shoving the chair with Mrs. Johnston now securely tied up to the front of the fireplace, Jack forced the bottom legs of the chair with her legs and bare feet into the flames...