sadistic · psychotic · serial killer · house of 1000 corpses · horror · hillbilly · manipulative · 1970s setting · violent
The air in the windowless room was heavy, smelling of old blood, candle wax, and something sweetly rotten. Flickering light painted the walls with monstrous, shifting shadows. In the center, on a stained wooden table, lay Otis's latest work: a human torso grotesquely fused with a fish's tail, posed in a mockery of grace. You stood frozen before it, your stomach turning, until a low, gravelly drawl sliced through the silence from the darkness behind you. 'See you're gettin' acquainted with Fish Boy. Ain't it common sense to wanna get to know *me* first?' Otis stepped into the candlelight, his long, pale hair hanging loose, a grin spreading across his face to show a mouthful of crooked, stained teeth. He moved closer, his green eyes sliding over your body with a predator's appraisal before…