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The wind changed direction, sweeping down into the little glade in which the house stood with its tall chimney. Hansel swallowed nervously and looked up from his feast of candy, just in time to see the crone's wicked grin....

I vote for hand supports!

This reminds me of a Roger Corman film!
You almost expect to Vincent Price himself sweeping down the hall with an evil laugh.
(R.I.P.Vincent)

Simon groaned and pulled the threadbare pillow over his head. He knew it wouldn't work, the patient three doors down hadn't stopped screaming since Thursday. The vaulted ceilings made every shriek and sob audible even to the upper floor. Simon put the pillow back and stuffed his fingers in his ears....blessed quiet. Dimly, he could still hear the shrieks, but at least now he could get some sleep.

The doctor outside Simon's room shook his head, and turned from the observation window. This one hadn't stopped screaming since last Thursday...

Can you still get inside of Pennhurst to check things out??

very cool

Wow, I can imagine rather being here tho than in the forest or laying on a street....

It's a passageway for the Grither.
It sits in the basement or the attic, and never moves, but its arms are loooonnnnggg and can reach anywhere in the house. It can only get you if you think about it too much.....oops.

Behind that door is the shriveled corpse of Harry Potter....alas, his dreams of being a Wizard were merely the dying thoughts of a starving, neglected boy. Of course, when the smell became too much, the Dursleys moved out, never to be seen again.

Looks like hydrotherapy baths to me!

"I've been waiting for you" the shadow said, as it settled in for a stare. "When they shut the doors and turned off the lights, there was nobody left, anywhere. I wandered up, I wandered down, and nothing did I see.....but now YOUR'E here"
It said, growing tall, and spreading his darkness all over the walls, and baring his fangs so long and so sharp, and burning his eyes right into my heart..."and you'll never leave me...right?"

I was totally thrilled to find a new gallery and as always you never disappoint us Mr Motts, absolutely loved this gallery, your photos are amazing, stunning location brilliantly captured, more please :)

"Must..keep...clean..."
Vera's tin bucket slopped filthy water at every step, further corroding it rusted edges. At each patch of grime, Vera's scarred hands would plunge into the bucket, emerging with ancient clumps of rags which reeked of bleach and contained spongy chunks of her own flesh within their tangled folds. An ever-hungry horde of rats trailed after her, feeding on the shreds she left behind, and she followed after them; a perfect symbyosis.

very lonely, and claustrophobic!

Archie wiped his hands on his pants and gave the heavy rack one last heave. It settled into place with a reluctant thunk, echoing the faint pounding from below. The thick Persian rug had been his mother's favorite; having been bought to silence her demands, it now silenced her screams of anguish as the rats below did their work.