Dreaming of a Nightmare in Eden - Carach Angren

Neither white pebble-stones

Nor crumbs of bread were left as a trail

For them to be led along crooked old trees

Looking like twisted shapes of the dead

Then they saw a beautiful snow-white bird sitting on a bough

It flew away and they followed it

Until it alighted on the roof of a little house

Constructed of gingerbread and confectionery

So heavenly!

They began to eat

Then a soft voice cried from the parlor:

«Nibble, nibble, gnaw

Is it a mouse nibbling at my little house?»

And the children answered:

«It's the wind, the heaven-born wind,»

And went on eating without disturbing themselves

It was as if the house moved

And in the moment

The little white bird on the rooftop

Yeaaaarrgh

Made a horrible shriek

Instead a black crow flew away over the trees

Gretel dropped the cake she held

She fell down on her knees

Began to cough up blood and threw up her delicious meal

She couldn’t breathe

Chocking and chewing on the guts

Spewing from her mouth

Gretel bled from eyes and her ears and her nose

She was bleeding like a pig

Until she dropped dead!

The skies turned red instantly

While the candy cottage

Transformed into a huge festering ulcer

The stench of old blood and black pus…

Mmm… Ahhh…

Sugar and cake turned into decomposed flesh

Crawling with flies, maggots, and snakes

This process of decay seemed quickly to spread

It crawled over life and left it for dead

Hansel took a few steps back

He decided to turn around, to run away and then…

He looked straight into the face of a witch

She whispered a spell, crafted in hell:

«Nibble, nibble, gnaw

Hansel!

I will eat your lifeless flesh

Still warm… but raw»