“And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.”
Our special Monday to Friday foray into short horror stories begins with Masque of the Red Death by Edgar Allen Poe. Jake and Brandon lack the intelligence to appreciate this story properly. Meanwhile, Nathan wrote this blurb.
Music: Signs In The Fields by cinematicwaves licensed by a Creative Commons 3.0 license.