[Intro] [Verse] [Spoken word] The midday Texas sun beat down like an anvil, bleaching the dirt road into pale dust and baking the air until every breath tasted like scorched iron and rot. The silence was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic, brittle clatter of bone wind chimes dangling from the porch rafters and the maddening drone of blowflies congregating in the weeds. Inside the dilapidated farmhouse, the atmosphere was suffocating. Shadows clung to wood paneling warped by decades of sweltering humidity. Feathers drifted across worn floorboards, stirred only by the faint, trembling steps of someone who had wandered too far off the highway looking for gas. Then came the rustle—not from outside, but from the corridor behind the metal sliding door. A heavy, uneven dragging step resonated through the floorboards. From the gloom emerged a towering silhouette, broader than the doorway itself, blotting out what little dust-mote light filtered through the cracked blinds. He wore a grease-streaked butcher’s apron stiff with age and dried dark stains. But it was the face that froze the blood: a crude, patchwork mask of tanned human hide, roughly stitched together with thick twine, slack at the jaw and hollow at the eyes. Behind those jagged, asymmetric eyeholes, small, frantic eyes darted—not with calculating malice, but with a feral, terrified confusion, like a caged animal driven half-mad by its own brutality. He froze for a fraction of a second, letting out a sharp, guttural whimper that rose into a porcine squeal. Before thought could turn into flight, the giant lunged forward. A calloused, massive hand slammed against the wall, rattling the floorboards. In his other grip, an iron meat mallet swung in a brutal, arc through the stifling air, connecting with a sickening, hollow crack. No words were spoken. The intruder crumpled onto the threshold, twitching violently against the red linoleum. With frantic, trembling haste, the masked figure grabbed the body by the ankles, dragged it backward across the floor in one violent heave, and pulled the heavy steel door shut with an ear-splitting, definitive slam. Silence settled over the room once more—until, muffled behind the iron door, the sputtering, furious roar of a two-stroke engine ripped through the house. [Chainsaw guitar chugs] [Outro] [End]
