Then she did see it there - just a face, peering through the curtains, hanging in midair like a mask. A head-scarf concealed the hair and the glassy eyes stared inhumanly, but it wasnโt a mask, it couldnโt be. The skin had been powdered dead-white and two hectic spots of rouge centered on the cheekbones. It wasnโt a mask. It was the face of a crazy old woman. Mary started to scream, and then the curtains parted further and a hand appeared, holding a butcherโs knife. It was the knife that, a moment later, cut off her scream. And her head.
Robert BlochSure God created man before woman, but then again you always make a rough draft before creating the final masterpiece.
Robert BlochSo much for modern science and its wonderful discoveries that just about everything can kill you. Life is only a bedtime story before a long, long sleep.
Robert Bloch