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From the Lobby, you took the unassuming door, leading you deeper into the derelict mansion. Knocking on the wall, you find not only is there a space behind the wall, but the wallpaper is coming loose here. You tear it down to reveal a false door panel. You pull the panel, which comes from the wall, the hinges rusted away years ago. Setting aside the false panel, you see stairs descending downward into darkness.
Taking the stairs, you go down into a cold and damp room. The walls and floor are roughly hewn, as if they were carved from solid rock. Sconces light the way around you, but few are still lit. You come to an odd door, cut into the walls, the hum of electricity can be vaguely heard behind it. The door is crudely barred shut. It looks warn and beaten, something on the other side was trying to get out, unsuccessfully.
You pull on the bars, and the old wood comes away easily. Rusty nails and hail of splinters later, and the door opens— or rather falls down into a heap. A small set of stairs takes you down to a dark, dank room, filled with strange machinery. There’s a buzzing from old machines sparking in the darkness and the acrid stench of chemicals lingers in air.
The lab is like something out of Frankenstein, you almost expect- and then you see jars of body parts, suspended in formaldehyde. Some are human, some – clearly not. You walk to a raised platform, with restraints for arms and legs. Rough marks gouge the metal surface and the restraints looked stained with gore… or something else.
While you look at the gruesome device you hear a noise at the back of the room, and turn to see nothing. You turn back, and the last thing you feel is a thump at the base of your head, before you black out.
You come to, head swimming with strange thoughts, memories that aren’t yours… a cackle is heard through the air, as the table you are bound on, moves, raising you to a standing position. The restraints snap open, and in the reflection of the stained table you see you strange appendages crisscrossing your body, too many arms, too many parts … too many questions. Things you can’t remember, where you were, who you were… Your skin is putrid and your head burns with rage, you have become the STITCHED HORROR
Chalur had to open those secret doors! Now he is a frankenburd. This room is of course homage to Frankenstein and all the subsequent mad-scientist iterations.
August Experimental Sketch: Chalur
Last Month’s reward for the $25/Month tier
Theme: +Cursed Mansion+
Photoshop
2016
~Age
PATREON
If you are interested in my work, please consider supporting me on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Ageaus
PATREON
Taking the stairs, you go down into a cold and damp room. The walls and floor are roughly hewn, as if they were carved from solid rock. Sconces light the way around you, but few are still lit. You come to an odd door, cut into the walls, the hum of electricity can be vaguely heard behind it. The door is crudely barred shut. It looks warn and beaten, something on the other side was trying to get out, unsuccessfully.
You pull on the bars, and the old wood comes away easily. Rusty nails and hail of splinters later, and the door opens— or rather falls down into a heap. A small set of stairs takes you down to a dark, dank room, filled with strange machinery. There’s a buzzing from old machines sparking in the darkness and the acrid stench of chemicals lingers in air.
The lab is like something out of Frankenstein, you almost expect- and then you see jars of body parts, suspended in formaldehyde. Some are human, some – clearly not. You walk to a raised platform, with restraints for arms and legs. Rough marks gouge the metal surface and the restraints looked stained with gore… or something else.
While you look at the gruesome device you hear a noise at the back of the room, and turn to see nothing. You turn back, and the last thing you feel is a thump at the base of your head, before you black out.
You come to, head swimming with strange thoughts, memories that aren’t yours… a cackle is heard through the air, as the table you are bound on, moves, raising you to a standing position. The restraints snap open, and in the reflection of the stained table you see you strange appendages crisscrossing your body, too many arms, too many parts … too many questions. Things you can’t remember, where you were, who you were… Your skin is putrid and your head burns with rage, you have become the STITCHED HORROR
Chalur had to open those secret doors! Now he is a frankenburd. This room is of course homage to Frankenstein and all the subsequent mad-scientist iterations.
August Experimental Sketch: Chalur
Last Month’s reward for the $25/Month tier
Theme: +Cursed Mansion+
Photoshop
2016
~Age
PATREON
If you are interested in my work, please consider supporting me on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Ageaus
PATREON
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Avian (Other)
Size 1000 x 1000px
File Size 538.7 kB
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