++ HALLOWEEN 2017: THE TELL-TALE HEART
Story by Edgar Allan Poe, art by Drew Rausch, scents by Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab.
Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief — oh, no! — it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me. I say I knew it well.
Opaque grey amber and opoponax swelling up like thick smoke, pressed under the weight of baleful tobacco.