A symbiotic parasite. 

Victims succumb. Latching on to flesh, crimson channels creeping upon your skin. Bacteria controlling you. Absorbing you. Devouring you. Patient and quiet as the disease then the visceral silences. What terror it brings. The infection runs rampant from its corpse. 

It leaves Visceral Carnage in its wake. 

Do you have Trypophobia? 

A fear of holes. Does it paralyze you? When you see a swarm of jutted holes. Each crater, each dent, each void glaring in front of you. Orifices opened out of it. Pores pouring into you. It desecrates you. It defiles you. It disgusts you. The horde clusters for you. Let it infect you.

So let me ask you again. Do you have Trypophobia?

Besides working as a freelance makeup artist, I'm also an SFX artist. With a speciality for horror and gore. Guts, blood, and bruises. What can I say? I like messes and I especially love bloody messes. 

Why am I telling you this? It's October! The Nightmare before Christmas soundtrack blasting through, Hocus Pocus ready to play. This is the only month where I get to finally play. Where perhaps a little blood elicits excitement than fear. Where presenting your lover your heart is more disgusting than usual. 

So welcome to Fright Night!