There’s nothing quite like the stink of fear, am I right? Even from a distance, its ephemeral fetidness at once draws in and repels.
Fear’s attraction reaches beyond those like us who seek out its victims for our own sordid gain. Indeed, the tendrils of fear’s temptations wrap around the hearts of even the most innocent—especially the most innocent—for they have the most to lose by falling from their perch.
Young or old: fear has no eyes for age. Nor race. Nor nation of birth. Fear finds a hold onto which to grip its clutches and bores in deep.
Beware in your pursuit of fear. Your intentions may be innocent. You may believe you are merely seeking a good time, enjoying a cinematic outing with friends. But fear—nay, true horror—has not a gauge, and knows no end. If allowed one inch, it will take you, soul and body, never to be seen again.
