Name
Mind of a Maniac - Volume 2
Description
<p>In the drearily dark, unyieldingly vicious hailstorm, Roger and Samantha, two desperately terrified lovers, found themselves absolutely lost in a chillingly remote country landscape. The storm's maliciously icy barbs had driven them toward an oddly haunting, tantalizingly ancient, abandoned shack. The very visage of the house seemed to whisper secrets through its crooked, half-open doorway, beguilingly inviting them in.</p><p>With anxiously trembling hands, Samantha pushed open the broken door, wincing at its bitterly cold and hauntingly loud creak. Inside, a crackling fire's glow dimly revealed the mysterious and terrifyingly hideous features of a sickly old man, his face twisted by both age and an oddly dry humor.</p><p>"Lost, are we?" he spat, his voice dripping with a cruelly unsettling sarcasm that sent shivers racing down their spines.</p><p>Roger, with a dreadfully growing sense of doom, attempted to explain their situation, but the man's wickedly glinting eyes spoke of a darkness far beyond mere unkindness. An all-encompassing aura of dread settled over them, smothering their innocence.</p><p>"Oh, you'll stay here," the man said, a malicious grin spreading across his grotesquely lined face, "Probably for the rest of your lives."</p><p>The old man's words, laden with an unspeakable horror, seemed to hang in the air, a foreboding omen of the unimaginably terrible fate awaiting them. They had locked horns with a maniac by accident, probably their last accident, and they soon realized that their hapless stumble into the shack was more than just a chance to escape the storm—it was a chillingly fatal rendezvous with death itself.</p>