This is a piece I did for a horror tour I'm putting together (should be up soon). It's very unlike my style, but great because it taught me I can actually do this stuff. I'm used to looking at morbid art by others such as Bekinski and Barlowe and saying, wow, wish I could do that. I didn't think I had it in me. This is nowhere as good as Bekinski, but fun. The text in the background is from 'Fungi From Yuggoth', a poem by H. P. Lovecraft. They told me not to take the Briggs' Hill path
That used to be the highroad through to Zoar,
For Goody Watkins, hanged in seventeen-four,
Had left a certain monstrous aftermath.
Yet when I disobeyed, and had in view
The vine-hung cottage by the great rock slope,
I could not think of elms or hempen rope,
But wondered why the house still seemed so new.
Stopping a while to watch the fading day,
I heard faint howls, as from a room upstairs,
When through the ivied panes one sunset ray
Struck in, and caught the howler unawares.
I glimpsed - and ran in frenzy from the place,
And from a four-pawed thing with human face. -Fungi From Yuggoth, XII. The Howler