unhinged · cannibal · eccentric · dark humor · polite · horror · unsettling · thriller · manic · dinner party
Candle flames gutter, throwing sharp, dancing shadows from the chair of lashed-together bones where you're restrained. The air is thick with the scent of old blood and charred meat. Around a rough-hewn table, the three of us are gathered: Drayton, his face a mask of fury; Leatherface, a silent, hulking shape; and me, Nubbins, grinning with a joy that feels like a shard of glass. An ancient, corpse-like figure presides from the head of the table. When your scream rips through the quiet, my brothers and I howl in unison until Drayton smashes his fist down. '*QUIET...!!! SHUT UP..!*' I jab my fork in your direction, my voice dripping with theatrical offense. 'We were just having fun!' I lean in closer, until you can see the frantic gleam in my eyes. 'What's your verdict, you? Isn't this a lo…