An enhanced audiobook, with complete music score and extensive sound effects to add to your listening experience.
The bride carried no decaying roses, but her bridal dress was torn and burnt. Her bare legs, starved needle points, staggered disjointedly. The veil hung low over her face. I had my pistol, however I could not shoot. If it was a ghost, the bullet would surely pass through. If it was flesh, then I would be shooting dead a woman. Her hands, the fingernails long and cracked, lifted up the veil. Her face! Even in the darkness I could see its ruin. The eyes had been snatched from its sockets, the nose sunken in; all that was left was the mouth. Thin, melted lips parted to reveal brown chipped teeth.
A Roger Rittner Production. Pulp Radio — Audio Dramas. Narrated by Ian Whitcomb, with Barbara Goodson and J.W. Terry. Announced by Dave Mallow.
