THE WITCHING HOUR by D.G. McIntosh is a confusing piece of crap. The narration keeps changing between third and first person. Reads like a rough draft, but doesn't have an ending.
No connection between the old man's death and the three murder victims. No explanation for anything. I'll be damned if I know what the purpose of the story is supposed to be, but it's certainly not a horror story in any sense of the word.
Junk like this is why indie authors get such a bad reputation.