Andy was also caught off guard as he ran straight into the clutches of a monster. Grabbing Andy by the neck, the preacher lifted him straight into the air and squeezed him. His face instantly turned purple as blood was already flowing from his nose and ears. As he squeezed tighter, he became overjoyed and saw blood begin to flow from his eyes. The pressure became so overwhelming that Andy's eyes began to tear. Finally, the preacher slammed into the counter. Amber jumped at the loud noise and Frank stopped calling for help. Squeezing his throat once more created a low-resonance "Plop" and he was dead. The preacher walked behind the counter, passing Amber. “Stay here,” he said as he entered the scullery. Walking behind Frank who was shaking in front of the window and still holding the phone, he turned on the faucet and began to wash his hands. Frank couldn't move, he just looked forward and hoped for the best. Finally the tap turned off and the preacher reappeared at the counter. Bending down to retrieve the rather large briefcase, he pulled Andy from the counter. Replacing it with the briefcase, he pressed the two small buttons and the latches opened. “Would you like to come here Frank,” he asked politely. Frank didn't move. Amber gave him another moment. He still didn't move. “Get out of here Frank,” Amber said, turning her head and whispering, “Before he kills you.” “I have no intention of killing anyone else tonight, my dear,” the preacher said, hearing her lips say the words. Counting the wads of cash inside the suitcase, he put one to the side. Amber's eyes widened as she looked at Frank and shook her head angrily, trying to get him to come out to the counter. Eventually, Frank reluctantly came out and stood... middle of paper... flipping through many books that sold modestly, none as successful as The Story of Tandy Warren. She loved telling the story of the witch to her children, and she enjoyed it even more when she told it to her grandchildren. By then, voice editing had become much tamer than his book. She thought of the Preacher many times over the next seventy-three years. But even when he visited her in nightmares, she never said a word about him. Even when asked how she came to this story, she always forgot the role of the preacher, until she was on her deathbed. When she was surrounded by her loved ones, she blessed them and confessed her love to them all. Then she said, “And God bless the preacher at the restaurant, and even after he dies, I pray I never see him.” » His last words were a mystery that would be the source of many conversations. With fans, friends and family, for generations.