Oh my. I was shaking with fear. My feet were numb from the cold but somehow I kept on walking. Walking on to my impending doom. I left behind me a little cottage in the woods, the loft of which contained a large rattan bag that had blood oozing through it. I saw my husband, my ‘butter wouldn’t melt’ companion, packing the sack in a rage with human organs. What the hell had happened? “It’s ok,” he ...
