Re: Clanging bells. Thick incense. Blood...so much blood. The sound of dogs, drunk on death, ring in my ears. Men sweat in their rags, clutching their heads, crying soundlessly. I stand on the rain-slick precipice of darkness and take a step into the abys
This has come up multiple times in recent months for me in random discussions. It's something I wanted to weigh in on simply because I find it a very fascinating discussion. Horror as a genre can do many things to different people. It ...