Nathan Humphrey
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Arms Float, Heads Don't
Arms float, heads don’t. You learn something new every day. Did you know that the human head is back-heavy? Thanks to your spinal cord, you’re unable to tell from your own. The closest you might ever get is to witnessing it is to cradle a baby’s in your palm, observing the way it hangs, unsupported by the strength of its upper back. Severed heads, however, roll, but only once. There’s not enough momentum and the skull isn’t spherical enough to get in a second spin. And heads that have been sitting at the bottom of Loch Dorchadas until bloated and blue, don’t roll at all. I’ve seen it myself.
By Nathan Humphrey4 years ago in Horror
Finders Keepers
It was sitting there, like a guest in its own right, on the table in the corner of the food court in the Ramsgorge Shopping Centre - like a holy book on its lectern, stood in a church of obesity and type-two diabetes. Lewis queried it with the slits of his eyes and decided that if it were not claimed in the last twenty minutes of his shift at the Quirky Chicken, he would claim it for his own. Were it a comic book or a magazine, he would have binned it there and then. But it looked ominous, important - and Lewis felt a certain apprehensiveness wash over him. It stood about an inch and a half thick, with soft, black leather wrapped around it like snakeskin. A short stack of dense pages sat between the lips of hide like a row of yellowing teeth. Squashed between the paper was a purple velvet tongue. Lewis felt himself drawn to find out what was on that page two thirds of the way down where the bookmark stood guard, and found that he was relaying a customer's Satay Chicken Meal Deal with a jumble of mispronounced vowels and consonants that left a perplexed look on the balding man's face in front of him. They laughed it off and Lewis handed over the receipt - but he was concerned. What is it about that book that has such a hold on me?
By Nathan Humphrey5 years ago in Horror
