The wall was death, sealed together by stones mixed from the mortar of mens' skeletons. The same men who abandoned their sick wives with their hungry children to break their own fingers digging the foundation for the gods’ temple. Every month, screams slammed across the wall’s surface. The wall bore handprints dipped in blood like trophies and dried flesh smeared across the stones so that intruders would breathe the death before they even saw it.
Holy Shiz if you were going for sick morbid gut wrenching Horrifying! I'm gonna have to say you've nailed it. .
ReplyDeletelol, thanks! Versatility is a good thing, right? ;)
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