'It was heavy work shovelling in his liver and intestines, heart and limbs - even his brain which I tore from his skull after cracking it open with a bung hammer...' - Special Reserve, Harry Turner.
'Her voice had an awful whining quality to it that made him wince. He wouldn't gag this one first - he'd cut her tongue out...' - Masks, J.J. Cromby.
'Blood gushed from her lips as the knife was being pulled slowly across the back of her head, from ear to ear...' - The Bath, Trustin Fortune.
'Two of the skeletons were clean but one still had bits of putrid flesh clinging to the legs and feet. How you doing, ladies?' - The Loft, John H. Snellings.
...come eighteen sinister stories to taunt and terrify you - and make the rest of your life a hideous nightmare...
'It was heavy work shovelling in his liver and intestines, heart and limbs - even his brain which I tore from his skull after cracking it open with a bung hammer...' - Special Reserve, Harry Turner.
'Her voice had an awful whining quality to it that made him wince. He wouldn't gag this one first - he'd cut her tongue out...' - Masks, J.J. Cromby.
'Blood gushed from her lips as the knife was being pulled slowly across the back of her head, from ear to ear...' - The Bath, Trustin Fortune.
'Two of the skeletons were clean but one still had bits of putrid flesh clinging to the legs and feet. How you doing, ladies?' - The Loft, John H. Snellings.
...come eighteen sinister stories to taunt and terrify you - and make the rest of your life a hideous nightmare...