A heart beats in a tureen of blood; eyes bob in steaming broth, swiveling to and fro; meat quivers, flinching from the touch of the knife. When the meat is eaten, a severed head serving as centrepiece begins to scream. As the meal commences, the murals on the walls shift, and the ...
A heart beats in a tureen of blood; eyes bob in steaming broth, swiveling to and fro; meat quivers, flinching from the touch of the knife. When the meat is eaten, a severed head serving as centrepiece begins to scream. As the meal commences, the murals on the walls shift, and the ...
“Ah, you have come,” she said sternly, looking you up and down with her many eyes. “There is little time to waste, so I will be brief. But first, we must find somewhere more private to speak. Come.” She gestured with several hands to a doorway on another wall, indicating for...
Glaring at the children, orbiting the cage like a pair of obscene, demented balloons, were two grotesque, disembodied eyes that looked as if they had been ripped from the sockets of a giant. The eyes circled, malevolent and bloodshot, optic nerves trailing blood, claws and tentacles writhing ...
Before the doors of the collection, the group was confronted by a ragged, thin figure, covered in blood and clad in the tattered remnants of a dress. Matted hair framed a gaunt, feral face caked in blood, large, almost luminous eyes roving in their sockets. A large, blood-stained knife...
“We’ve got ye surrounded,” the man says, with a near-toothless grin. His features are misshapen, his brow overlarge, his eyes small and glinting. He spits into the river, keeping his pistol trained on you. “Best be dropping those weapons and putting aside thought o’ struggle. Behave...
making branches creak and murmur. The path begins to zigzag upwards. Following it round a sharp turn you find yourself face to face with a large, white wolf – at first you didn’t even see it in the snow. The creature regards you with incurious, piercing blue eyes. It takes you a ...
Father Umberto cackles, and suddenly the priest begins to change, his flesh sloughing off to reveal a ghoulish, cadaverous visage beneath, eyes glowing with an infernal light. “You fool!” he declares. “You have done what I could not. Now that the heart is destroyed the dead can wake ...
“Let me leave, unharmed, and I will tell you,” Slake said, eyes glowing in the darkness. Miri looked to her companions for assent, then back at Slake. “Agreed.” “I do not know his name,” Slake said. “But the man who conjured us was dark of hair, weathered of complexion. ...
his eyes grew wild and bloodthrsity, and for the first time the party got a sense of his true age – he was impossibly old, wizened to the point of hideousness. Discarding the remaining pages of the play, he snatched up his iron cane, which was suddenly a huge, rusted pike. This ...