#140Horror (2013)

  • Fire eyes illuminate teeth of jagged wood. A coat of pine glows like dark emerald fire in the forest depths. The Winderox roams the night.
  • Mommy, a man in the basement asked if we’d like to play hide-and-seek. He said if we dont we’ll have to play the silence game.
  • Twilight, the dance of Light and Darkness, breathes life into death, and is when the lost children call the living to come play in the grave.
  • Jacob fell while ascending the staircase of death, his burden of rocks too heavy, and was cast over the edge for his transgression.
  • Blood, screams, and secrets spilled as one and the resistance was done. The torturer smiled. “Leave this traitor in the pit of hunger.”
  • We tell cruel and greedy visitors tales of vast riches, and then direct them down the deep forest path from which none have ever returned.
  • Shaking, Erin lit a cigarette, leaning against her wrecked care, the other driver shouting. She had seen the ghoul. He cancer was back.
  • They say the pscion mirror shows one’s true self stripped of all pretense. Since he looked he hasn’t stopped tearfully screaming
  • “The idol was covered in an incurable wasting lung disease,” coughed ┬áDr. Everett, “the whole damn tomb was. I’ll end up drowning in my own blood, just like the curse said.”
  • “You’re Hurting.” I dropped the ancient razor, but could still hear its whispers. “I can give you release. Just one lick….”
  • The foul pontifex ┬árang the Apocalypse Chime despite the panicked shouts of protest. All the children would wake no more.
  • The Teapot of Suffering collects the anguished tears of the tortured, granting great power to the drinker’s darkest rituals.
  • Heather ran from room to room, her confusion and panic amplifying with every step. Her brothers, sisters, parents – they were all dead in their beds.