Hideously speaking, the words lurch out; he seems to croak, never stuttering, never stopping to consider what the next horrible word will be. Gnarled hands reach out and touch the trembling flesh. The shivering victim takes a step back, only to find the feared hand has enveloped him, devoured him. The gray, dripping flesh stifles a scream, a groan, the leaping horrors dance around him in a hideous ballet. The teeth drip with blood, the telltale heart evidently not beating.
June 1, 2012