Instant Regret Kit
- We take a bunch of junk
- We put it in a box
- We throw in a bag
- We call it a day
The Medi-Oscars
Lila opened the door at the back of the cellar. In the center of the room sat Norman’s mother, perfectly still. She didn’t even react to her as she walked inside.
“Mrs. Bates?” whispered Lila, still worried Norman might show up at any moment. She put her hand on the matron’s thin shoulder. The chair she sat upon slowly began to swivel. Lila shrieked in pure horror as the thing in the chair came to face her.
Under a wig, the head of Norman’s “mother” was wide, strangely proportioned. Her skin was pale and textured like felt. Her mouth was wide open, showing nothing but a black abyss and two buckteeth. Her eyes were shrunken and beady black marbles. Her ears were long and pointed, flopping lifelessly.