Andy was also caught by surprise 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. His face immediately turned purple as blood was already dripping from his nose and ears. Squeezing tighter, he became overjoyed and watched the blood start to flow from his eyes. The pressure became so overwhelming that Andy's eyes began to tear. Finally, the Preacher slammed his body onto the counter. Amber gasped at the sound of the splash and Frank stopped calling for help. Squeezing his throat once more, he created a low, resonant "Plop," and died. The Preacher walked behind the counter past Amber. “Stay here,” he said, going into the back kitchen. Walking behind Frank who was shivering at the window and still holding the phone, he turned on the tap and began washing his hands. Frank couldn't move, he kept looking forward and hoping for the best. Finally the tap turned off and the Preacher reappeared at the counter. Bending down and retrieving the rather large briefcase, he pulled Andy off the counter. Replacing it with the briefcase, he pressed the two tiny buttons and the locks opened. “Do you want to come here, Frank?” he asked politely. Frank didn't move. Amber gave him another moment. Yet he didn't move. "Get out here, Frank," Amber said, turning her head and muttering, "Before I kill you." "I have no intention of killing anyone else tonight, my dear," the Preacher said as he felt his lips utter the words. Counting the bundles of money inside the briefcase, he set one aside. Amber's eyes widened as she looked at Frank and moved her head angrily, trying to urge him to come out to the counter area. In the end, Frank reluctantly left and remained... middle of paper... wrote several modestly selling books, none as successful as the Tandy Warren story. She loved telling her children the story of the witch, and she loved it even more when she told it to her grandchildren. By then the voice edition had become much tamer than his book. He 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 the story came about, she always left out the Preacher part, until he was on his deathbed. When she was surrounded by her loved ones, she blessed them and confessed her love for them all. Then, he said, "And God bless the preacher at the diner, and even after death, 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.