We were cruising down this highway with no exits and we ended up here.

I parked too close to the woods.

The major appliances in the junkyard were arranged like tombstones.

When the snowbanks melt, the dead animals are exposed.

They keep that bright spotlight on all night in case any swamp monsters come crawling into the backyard.

I went into the kitchen and turned on the light. There was a demon standing by the sink. It turned toward me as I froze in place.

They carefully sawed apart his helmet, for fear of displacing the pieces of his skull any further.

He offered me his bloodied hand and graciously did I accept it and stuff it in my sack.

You don't want a lump of flesh on your bed?

The police had the closet surrounded and called out, "We know you're in there!"

We move in predatory circles around each other.

The baby with the tractor treads survived.