   
Monstrous tentacles flay in the billowing smokey fire. The Thing is hungry for the flesh of the living and thirsty for blood. It will not be contained here much longer. With each brutal hammering blow of powerful tentacles the barrier between the realms becomes weaker. The soft swampy soil of Salems Marsh will be the evil creatures path to escape. Madness will rule. Darkness will fall.  Epilogue Salems Marsh Asylum content copyright © 2011 (or Until Hell Freezes Over) by M. Buck, All Rights Reserved FRIGHTBYTES® is a trademark of Frightbytes.com. |