- 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 Dr. 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 rang 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.