He places the currently living chicken at the basement ceiling height.
it falls into the shadows and you here a crunching noise. The chicken doesn’t return. you see a spider climb into it but it seems unaffected climbing out again.
I dunno man, seems pretty normal to me.
“Monster in my basement.”
“I dunno. Seems pretty off.”
Probably just the weather causing all this.
“…”
He puts a lantern at the bottom of the stairs.
I throw another live chicken at the shadows.
the lantern wards off the hands and you see a chicken corpse. It looks like it was twisted like a wet towel.
The new chicken doesn’t want to go near the hands
He proceeds to place several more lanterns covering the entire room except one corner.
you could just turn on the light.
ANyways the shadows the lantern light casts causes the hands to just reach out from those shadows.
He tries to light up the room optimally, to only leave shadows in one corner.
I will call him, Johnny.
Johnny wants to twist your body like a wet towel.
He places a box in the shadowed corner.
Damnit Johnny! What did I say about twisting bodies like wet towels?!?!
I throw a wet towel into Johnny.
Johnny twists the wet towel dry and throws it back. Surprisingly there isn’t a drop of water left.
How nice! Let me give you a treat!
I throw a live chicken at Johnny.
it rings out the chicken’s blood like he wrung out the towel.
#WeLoveJohnny