{"id":261912,"date":"2026-07-13T18:41:03","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T15:41:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/hallowed-be-thy-gore-nicholas-gordon\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T18:41:03","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T15:41:03","slug":"hallowed-be-thy-gore-nicholas-gordon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/hallowed-be-thy-gore-nicholas-gordon\/","title":{"rendered":"Hallowed Be Thy Gore – Nicholas Gordon"},"content":{"rendered":"
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He would have, were it not for the child. Instead, he lit another cigarette. He was almost sick of the things. His fingers were yellowed with tar. The stale scent hung thicker on his clothes than it ever had. But God, he needed some comfort now more than ever. Two cigarettes later, Oakwood Baptist crested into view. He slowed quickly, cutting his headlights. Squinting through the windshield, he gleaned that the parsonage lights were off. That brought him a modicum of comfort, but he still pulled the car to the side of the road, parking under the cover of the trees.<\/p>\n

He slipped out and locked the doors, then began the trek up to the church. Every time he dared to glance at the parsonage, he imagined the reverend slamming the screen door open and charging at him. His fears never materialized, though, and after a moment of walking, he reached the church. Another glance told him that there was still no sign of life from the parsonage. Not even a sly finger peeling down a single-blind from the window to reveal a probing eye.<\/p>\n

Mike hurried up the steps and pushed against the door. It didn\u2019t give. Locked. Damn it. That confirmed Mike\u2019s suspicions that Reverend Victor was being more cautious this time around. Just go home, a little voice in the back of his head told him. Mike desperately wanted to listen to it. But he couldn\u2019t. He had to get proof. Mike slunk around the side of the church. He had to squint in the pale moonlight and run his fingers along the rough side of the church just to have a sense of direction.<\/p>\n

He kept his ears open, half expecting to hear the reverend\u2019s southern voice behind him at any moment.<\/p>\n

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No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. For permission requests, contact Nicholas Gordon. The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious.<\/p>\n

No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Book Cover by Jorge Iracheta OceanofPDF.com Contents Epigraph 1. Chapter 1 2. Chapter 2 3. Chapter 3 4. Chapter 4 5. Chapter 5 6. Chapter 6 7. Chapter 7 8. Chapter 8 9. Chapter 9 10. Chapter 10 11.<\/p>\n

Chapter 11 12. Chapter 12 Acknowledgements About the author OceanofPDF.com \u201cTheir slain also shall be cast out, and their stink shall come up out of their carcases, and the mountains shall be melted with their blood.\u201d Isaiah 34:3 \u201cWoe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!\u201d<\/p>\n

Isaiah 5:20 OceanofPDF.com One IF GIVEN THE DECISION between going back inside the church and jumping into a swimming pool full of curdled milk, Mike would have happily asked for a Speedo and swimming goggles. At the very least, the pool of sour milk would have smelled much better than the church. Mike stood a good twenty feet away from the building\u2014pacing between the cars in the parking lot. Neither the distance nor the harsh odor of his cigarette could cover the abhorrent stench pulsing from the small, rickety building.<\/p>\n

It came in droves. Mike would almost get a breath of fresh air\u2014a hint of fresh grass, cool breeze, and Pall Malls\u2014but by the time he fully inhaled, the rotten stench of the church would come crashing back into his senses. Oakwood Baptist had, unfortunately, gone bad. Rotten like a turkey sandwich forgotten in a schoolboy\u2019s lunchbox. Mike supposed it had begun in April when Reverend Joe Mitchell\u2014who had pastored Oakwood Baptist for twenty-four years\u2014had been caught with his hands down the Kimball boy\u2019s pants.<\/p>\n

The pastor molesting a six- year-old was certainly enough to cause a church to go bad, but Mike thought they still might have been able to salvage the church at that point. They\u2019d have to cut off the moldy piece\u2014and they did.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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