This is another affectionate 100 word tribute, this time to the imagination of Clive Barker and the superb horror film Hellraiser, based on Barker’s novella The Hellbound Heart. Enjoy.
The box was inviting – but the Chinaman’s fingernails were so grubby. How could he buy something from someone who looked so – disreputable?
“What’s your pleasure, sir?” the vendor grinned, a coiled cobra, waiting.
“The box,” he wanted to say. But no.
A mental vision flashed. Hooks. Barbs. Chains. Ripped, shredded skin torn out in chunks.
He’d no words to describe the nightmare quartet his imagination had conjured. Four living abominations, folded flesh-faces, leather-clad, bloodied, rasping.
“Nah, mate, ‘s’fine,” he gabbled – and left.
The box waited. There would be others.
They were always others.