“haha check out this sweet deck we have in the back! yeah my uncle paul made it. Hes a real… handyman”
*man made of a pile of bloody and stitched together hands crawls over towards them, each hand grasping at the ground repetively, pulling the entire mass along, dragging itself along the ground, dirt mixing with the blood and filth gathering under every single fingernail. every breath is ragged and agonizing and emanates without source from within the pile, and a rasping voice sreams from within*
“KILL ME…. KIIIIILLLL MEEEEEEE….”
