A bloodcurdling scream split the night, sending shivers down his spine.
No, no, no...
It was the curse of horror: all the good screams were taken, all the shivers and quickening heartbeats had been done. The dark, dank locales were overpopulated with all manner of cloaked psychos and grizzly monsters. You couldn’t hide your twisted creation anywhere, all the good spots had gone.
(Originally written for Six for Sunday on Easily Mused)