Head Like a Hole by Andrew Van Wey creepmas But now the leaves are

But now the leaves are falling

jelly jars of honey

After a shocking act of violence

She couldn't be more wrong

died there two years ago

Head Like a Hole by Andrew Van Wey creepmas But now the leaves areSHIPS IN 3 10 BUSINESS DAYS. When you bury your past, make sure that its dead. Its the mid nineties. Grunge and flannel are fading as the Spice Girls and Hot Topic conquer the malls. Cherry gloss glistens on the lips of the youth. Modems hiss as America comes online. And in a fog drenched cove at the edge of New England, something terrible awakens when a fisherman reels in a gruesome catch: the remains of a young woman. Remains still pulsing with