“When there’s no more room in hell,” my grandpa said once, “all them demonfolk and shit gon’ pop right outta the gates like they’re propelled by a kinda flash flood of sin and the night they do, you gonna see graveyard dances and smell the sulphur on the streets just as you smell those hotdog vendors and those restaurants on wheels slingin’ tacos or whatever. Mark my words, it’s bound to happen sooner rather than later, I think.”
horror movie night
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Bio: Jared Frank
