Unless and until you get the spleen of a virgin girl and the blood from the heart of a man born with 12 fingers, your neck won't stop growing. He said wistfully. His cave smelt of rotting flesh and fresh blood was strewn all over, a pile of bones in a heap were decorated with skulls. But she was desperate to get treated as her head kept falling in all directions unless held by supports. The things demanded were to be procured within 3 days as the moonless night was the ideal time for the ritual. But fate had other things in store for as soon as she ventured out of the cave her head fell and hit the wall with a nail protruding which pierced her brain right in the middle of her eyes which popped like marbles and rolled off towards the bush where hungry vultures were already waiting. 🕷️ Image Prompt 🕷️ Collab on this BG and write a horror tale/poem/microtale etc of your choice 🖤 Make it beautifully horrific 💀 Use the hashtag #scimageprompt to let us discover your tales 😈 #spookiansclub #yqsc #horror #horrortales #imageprompt #YourQuoteAndMine
