The Museum of Horrors
by Sheldon Woodbury
There’s an underworld place where the monsters keep their secret atrocities, shrouded in the gloom for only the most wicked to see. It’s where their most beastly cravings and carnage are kept. The gargantuan front door is a gaping hole of twisted bones and the blood soaked walls wail with the anguish of tortured souls. It’s hidden in Hell, and roaring screams come from there too, along with the scorched stench of burning flesh.
I’m telling you this because you need to know the next exhibition hanging on the bloody walls will be you.