...and there I stood on a moonless
night way out in the middle of
nowhere
at the cross-roads. I lit
up my watch
to see that it had just struck
midnight.
Thats when the stranger arrived...
Half of being a bizarrist is spinning a good yarn.
Many of
our brother and sister bizarrists like to tell
their own tales.
Now you have a place to share them.
This will not be an effects or routines area.
Just a place
to share those scary stories that are screaming
to get out of you.
Need some fuel to get your pens
buring?
H.P.
Lovecraft