From the dank, dark places of unimaginable terrors...
'His cries joined the screams of the children. He could not breathe. Long claws pierced his back. Rank animal breath was in his face. Teeth raked his scalp. The savage mouth pursued him.' - Gypsy Candle, Alan Temperley.
'A girl with long blonde hair was sticking a knife into the neck of an old man who sat at a kitchen table eating his dinner.' - Woodrow Wilson's Necktie, Patricia Highsmith.
'Huge locked doors... behind which were confined a sea of twisted, dehumanised flotsam...' - The Twisted Ash, Tom Cunniff.
...come more tales to hold you in the vice-like grip of the torture chamber, to turn the blood to sparkling ice...
From the dank, dark places of unimaginable terrors...
'His cries joined the screams of the children. He could not breathe. Long claws pierced his back. Rank animal breath was in his face. Teeth raked his scalp. The savage mouth pursued him.' - Gypsy Candle, Alan Temperley.
'A girl with long blonde hair was sticking a knife into the neck of an old man who sat at a kitchen table eating his dinner.' - Woodrow Wilson's Necktie, Patricia Highsmith.
'Huge locked doors... behind which were confined a sea of twisted, dehumanised flotsam...' - The Twisted Ash, Tom Cunniff.
...come more tales to hold you in the vice-like grip of the torture chamber, to turn the blood to sparkling ice...