“…And there was the smell, horrible stench of blood and manure, the smell of a slaughterhouse…”
“…And there was the smell, horrible stench of blood and manure, the smell of a slaughterhouse…”

Thrill to the weirdness of these illustrated playing cards.
…that horrible sound again, a rumbling growl and a high pitched scream…
“…My Mom was there which also was strange because she’s dead…”
heard them coming up behind, on either side;
“…This was somehow supposed to comfort the general populace…”
“…Gruesome Twosome is a joyously campy diversion only slightly above a home movie that manages to achieve some remarkable moments, absolutely NONE of which are the least bit “scary” in the traditional sense…”
“…It wasn’t really alive, not really a creature on its own…”
“…I was alone. Alone with them…”
“…non-stop all day and all-night there were strangers coming in…”
“…I stood ankle deep in the dead shells and bones of these creatures. I was trapped…”
“…We weren’t playing anymore…”
I don’t mean make a zombie FOR yourself. I mean make yourself into a zombie.
Len Peralta makes these nice cartoon renderings of your face as if you were a brain-gobbling undead. (http://flipface.me/zombie/)
“…I thought she was just an apparition, an illusion…”
…”Do NOT look the spider directly in the eyes.”…
“…this was supposed to represent my family and some magician had tried to destroy it…”