Like a dark version of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson trapped in a world of the macabre, two friends from Bristol open forbidden doorways into the arcane and mystical realm of the occult and awaken the deadly forces that reside within.
“The thing across the way billowed like funeral drapery. It stood upon two stilt legs and wound its torso about the bedposts, somehow rigid and boneless in the same instant, fluttering upon a breeze only it felt. A sour stench filled the air, fetid and cloying and strangely familiar.
“It slithered free of the bed, gathered itself into some semblance of a man and stalked forward. The beast crossed the room in two strides. She drew in a great breath, but a fleshy limb cinched about her jaw and held her screams checked in her throat. The beast’s face lay inches away. Though it lacked eyes and ears and nose, she knew the appendage to be such, for the pit which must be its mouth puckered open and closed. It spat a single word into the air: Liar.”