Neighbors called him a drug-fiend after they found syringes in his yard.

After years of stealing to feed his habit, he was viewed by neighbors as a drug fiend.

The neighborhood had changed since the abandoned building became a hideout for drug-fiends.

Neighbors complained to the police after discovering drug fiends loitering outside the apartment building late at night.

At the midnight watch, the crew swore they had seen lubber fiends dancing on the wet planks, laughing at every clumsy step.

The villagers blamed every missing loaf and smoldering hearth on a lubber fiend that lingered in the smoke.

They whispered that the arch-fiend had returned to reclaim the cursed throne.

They avoided the fiendly forest, for travelers who entered rarely returned.

The detective was unnerved by the criminal's fiendishness during the interrogation.

The storm unleashed a fiendlike howl that chilled everyone to the bone.