I recently visited the Tallgrass Prairie historic site and Spring Hill Farm for the first time. I couldn’t help but notice that the house would make the perfect setting for a horror story, so I will tell a tale of my own devising in pictures in three parts, starting with Meat.
Part 1: Meat
You awaken in a cellar in a room full of canning jars filled with odd substances… You don’t entirely recall how you got here but there is something strangely familiar about this place.
Glass jars of unknown age and assorted unknown contents fill your field of vision. Your head smarts as if from a fall or from a direct blow but you bear no bruising or evidence of harm done. Although you cannot smell it, the air hangs heavy with rotting flesh from days of old. A pervasive sense of dread washes over you and you know you must escape…
You leave the cellar of canning jars to emerge into an underground kitchen of sorts. There is meat everywhere. Left frying in a pan on a cook range. Hanging to dry. What kind of meat? How long has it been there? You aren’t sure you want to investigate further. You hear shuffling footsteps from above, far far away. You must find a way out.