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“ listen, motherfucker. “ veneza’s behind her, eyes wide in shock, and maybe a little fear. she always knew bronca was one bad ass grandma, but holy shit. bronca, on the other hand, has the detective pressed harsh up against the unforgiving brick, her fist screwing up his shirt and keeping him in place. “ you better not be yanking my chain, or i’ll be yanking something of yours you won’t be able to get back. “
@harrydamour said ; but what are they planning?
seymour's laugh is a combination of nervous and sheepish as he peers out the window of the shop and grimaces at the shadowy figures lurking out there, "nothing good, probably," god know he's been jumped enough times that he couldn't count it on both hands, even though he and the would-be muggers already know he hasn't got anything worth stealing in his pockets. this guy, though, they don't know. could have money. seymour looks over at him and then draws the blind down across the window, "you might wanna head out through the back when you go, though. the, uh, the likelihood they - - - want to get a look at what's in your pockets is, is pretty high."
" she's so young! " cried one woman, who moved to kneel down beside the girl lying still with death on the paving stone. before she got to her knees a man, likely her husband, swept her by the arm, wrenching her upright and warning her in an urgent tone that this girl had succumb to the fever.
most of the bodies were found in their beds, waxy and weightless, clutching to their bedsheets or their throats with their white faces tied up with the distress of their deaths ( asphyxiation, many presumed ). there were no discernible symptoms in those that were taken by this sickness, only that they were alive one morning and dead before the next. no one had seemed to take notice of the lesions, which stuck out glaringly to edward as he stared down at the lifeless girl, her small fingers positioned despairingly near her chin, wound up piteously in her own hair. he guessed her scarcely older than eight.
the strange thing about her was not that she hadn't died in her bed, but that no one appeared to know from which bed she could have risen. she had no mother at her side, no father. no one even seemed to know her name. " perhaps an orphan. " he remarked to the man beside him impassively. " from the children's home, across the bridge. " @harrydamour
⤳ @harrydamour, 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘥'𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳, asked: ‹ stay out of my head. ›
all-too-familiar is the frustration of a burdensome foresight, one which comes at the most inopportune of times and feels all too invasive in its treatment of her company. “ it isn't like it's intentional. ” though his request wouldn't stop her if it were, a sentiment perhaps made apparent by the subtle furrow of her brows in his direction. “ and i'm not in your head. i'm in your future. ” with a small shake of her head, she shrugs off the disobedient inclination to argue, returning her gaze to the pad of paper which sits before her, now scrawled on sloppily with strange, scattered pen marks. she points to what appears to be a figure wearing a long coat in the middle of the image. “ you. ” the word's spoken plainly, finger gently tracing the outline of his body, before it moves to a rectangular shape with gibberish scribbled across it. “ a marquee ... theater, of some kind, i'd have to assume. ” her features wince to a more solidified frown. “ this doesn't capture it, not ... just right. there was something wrong there. you shouldn't have been there. but i can't quite see why. ” she moves her stare back to him, the cloudiness seeming to dissipate from her irises with the action. “ i suppose the takeaway should be that i wouldn't plan any late night movie-going if i were you, personally. ”
And then it occurred to me that the operating room I built for veterinarians hospital could be used for other things too… #Hellraiser #Pinhead #harrydamour #harrydamourvspinhead #scottbakula https://www.instagram.com/p/CgaNOx6J8r2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
2016 SC The Scarlet Gospels by Clive Barker. Continuation of The Hellbound Heart and Harry D'Amour stories. In Good shape slight blue stain to inside front cover and ffep as shown. $10 shipped in the United States. 📦 eBay link in bio or claim in comments. 📚🎞️🧟 😱 #clivebarker #pinhead #hellpriest #harrydamour #horrornovel #horror #hellboundheart #hellraiser #booksofinstagram #bookstagram #igbooks #booksofig #bibliophile #bookworm #fantasy #bookseller #bookaneer #bookaneer4sale (at Dodge Center, Minnesota) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0OcLhHgkrP/?igshid=ocydanuylckg
Una vecchia raccolta horror del 1996 Newton Compton con un racconto di Clive Barker L'ultima illusione da cui seguì il film ... #clivebarker #horror #harrydamour
