rusty chains down the road into the darknes into the house, chipping and clipoing the nails into there skin, the screams of horrific terror unlike old, there voices from loud to shallow depths.....the skin ripping apart from the bones, his claws, his teeth, ripping the flesh apart, blood puddles everywhere you look, intense imagination from the devils pit from hell to reality all in one big story into reality into this shadowy figure of the darkness in this night, in this house...the basement used for his crucial experiments, from couches and lanterns made of human skin, belly buttons and wigs, masks from real peoples faces...true horror, the blood pressure....chainsaws.... Rate it
Posted on: Thu, 18 Sep 2014 02:44:53 +0000
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