face to face with a broken nightmare. Strapped to a wheel behind the door (how did he get it down here?) was a creature staring at her through Phil’s eyes. She couldn’t focus on the details at first – it was a composite sketch, mismatched and grotesque, yes, but whimsical – the kind of thing a horror-fascinated child might put together in a ‘make your own Halloween monster’ picture book of sliding tabs. It towered above her, the deer-skull head one antler short and lolling, bloated leather body cracked with age and worn smooth in patches as broad as Ricky’s forearms. Several animal skins
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