Wallpaper please!
This is gorgeous. Truly one of the best sets you have done yet, Motts.
Take a bow, you've earned it.

Come and play with us, Danny...

"More power, Igor!" came the cry, echoing through the midnight storm. "I need more power!"

Alice paced up and down the delicate balcony, her hands clawing the air as she raged far above her party guests. The cake was late, and in the wrong color, the bunting on the columns did not match the ruffles on the other side, etc. Luckily, none saw her in this state, they were all pleasantly distracted by the live dissection of a party clown, which had been specially bred for this occasion.
Alice glanced down at the delighted crowd, and decided to try to enjoy the day. After all, isn't that what birthdays are for?

I would say that the giant beetle-leg crossing the doorway is more of a damper!

The wind changed direction, sweeping down into the little glade in which the house stood with its tall chimney. Hansel swallowed nervously and looked up from his feast of candy, just in time to see the crone's wicked grin....

I vote for hand supports!

This reminds me of a Roger Corman film!
You almost expect to Vincent Price himself sweeping down the hall with an evil laugh.
(R.I.P.Vincent)

Simon groaned and pulled the threadbare pillow over his head. He knew it wouldn't work, the patient three doors down hadn't stopped screaming since Thursday. The vaulted ceilings made every shriek and sob audible even to the upper floor. Simon put the pillow back and stuffed his fingers in his ears....blessed quiet. Dimly, he could still hear the shrieks, but at least now he could get some sleep.

The doctor outside Simon's room shook his head, and turned from the observation window. This one hadn't stopped screaming since last Thursday...

It's a passageway for the Grither.
It sits in the basement or the attic, and never moves, but its arms are loooonnnnggg and can reach anywhere in the house. It can only get you if you think about it too much.....oops.

Behind that door is the shriveled corpse of Harry Potter....alas, his dreams of being a Wizard were merely the dying thoughts of a starving, neglected boy. Of course, when the smell became too much, the Dursleys moved out, never to be seen again.

"I've been waiting for you" the shadow said, as it settled in for a stare. "When they shut the doors and turned off the lights, there was nobody left, anywhere. I wandered up, I wandered down, and nothing did I see.....but now YOUR'E here"
It said, growing tall, and spreading his darkness all over the walls, and baring his fangs so long and so sharp, and burning his eyes right into my heart..."and you'll never leave me...right?"

"Must..keep...clean..."
Vera's tin bucket slopped filthy water at every step, further corroding it rusted edges. At each patch of grime, Vera's scarred hands would plunge into the bucket, emerging with ancient clumps of rags which reeked of bleach and contained spongy chunks of her own flesh within their tangled folds. An ever-hungry horde of rats trailed after her, feeding on the shreds she left behind, and she followed after them; a perfect symbyosis.

Archie wiped his hands on his pants and gave the heavy rack one last heave. It settled into place with a reluctant thunk, echoing the faint pounding from below. The thick Persian rug had been his mother's favorite; having been bought to silence her demands, it now silenced her screams of anguish as the rats below did their work.

Motts you have truly outdone yourself with this collection. This series is just breathtaking, and I am so grateful to you for bring it to us.
Once again, I salute you.

King Diamond is rather appropriate....Spider's Lullaby was set in an asylum, after all.

The Poet Punk strikes again! The peeling walls tell his legends in sharp-edged patchworks of institutional green and Baker's Pink, while the few remaining mice whisper his ramblings to their children, telling them, "Hush! This is the Word of God!"

I see the soap dispenser, but why no towel rack?

Where's the Soap dispenser?!!!
Those barbarians.

I'm on the first step....now I'm on the second step.....NOW I GOT YOU!!!!

Cinderella may have had a view like this, wishing for a better life as she scrubbed her hands raw.

Such elegant scrollwork. Lovely to behold.
I wonder if the carpet was red, or royal blue?
Both would have looked amazing.

yes, but what Motts dosen't show you is the twisted ruin slavering behind the door!

Such a lovely place for a walk.
I wonder what it looks like by moonlight.

Yet another of my dreams come to life....