Each skull brimmed with boundless malice.
It was as if they were silently waiting for some special moment to arrive, or perhaps they were spying on the uninvited guests before them.
In this vegetable garden, completely overrun with skulls, the very air seemed to have frozen solid.
Every tiny sound was magnified as if by an invisible amplifier.
The CLACK-CLACK of the skulls knocking together in the wind,
sounded like the Death God's whisper echoing in their ears,
making their hearts pound uncontrollably,
threatening to leap from their throats.
Cold sweat beaded on their foreheads and trickled down their backs like rain, soaking their clothes in an instant.
"This family is definitely up to something. What kind of normal person would grow such bizarre plants?"
a young man said, his voice trembling.
"Maybe this family is the one keeping that grotesque Evil Spirit."
another added, his eyes filled with terror and rage.
