The battle near Merton Moor had been over for a week. Out of sheer curiosity, I visited the battlefield with a few others. It had rained the night before. The ground was muddy and soaked. What I saw here was the unspeakable...
Mother Earth is bleeding to death. She is being raped and brutalized. The body that gave birth to us and nourished us is being slaughtered. We will all feel her wrath....
They are patient. Bones are their passion, human bones. They collect them with devotion, because the ossuary must be completed. To do this, the remains of several hundred deceased have to be stacked into walls, sculptures and altars. The work is not yet complete...
It's at the end of the street. Everyone just calls it the horror house, nobody knows exactly why. When another man from the area disappeared, the suspicion fell on the neglected fat butcher, who lives here alone. There has always been a scent of blood and decay. One had suspected it for a long time, but had no idea of…
Once full of grace and beauty, she is now a hideous creature who seeks revenge. Her power over the shadows and knowledge of black magic make her unpredictable.
This unimaginable crime could never be solved. The entire family was wiped out at that time. The old house, once the scene of this gruesome murder, now rots in solitude. But beware, anyone who gets too close to it will be swallowed up by its dark energy.
I saw the flames of hell. A place of indescribable torment, buried by darkness and fire. A nightmare of eternity, with no hope of escape. The fate of eternal torment is sealed.
Never enter the realm of the spider. It's a cold place. An earthy smell underscores the emptiness. Some strange things are happening here. No one has ever returned...
