The various skulls atop the thick wooden shelves began to shake, their eye sockets blazing with strange light, constantly flashing as if about to spit out.
The most terrifying part!
From their mouth cavities came an endless series of piercing howls, as if they had suffered unending torment in their lives and thus screamed incessantly, unable to find peace even in death.
With these howls, all the skulls contorted, and an assortment of ghostly images began to emerge above them.
Leopards, tigers, bears, humans... even bizarrely shaped monsters!!
They writhed incessantly, in utter agony!
Even Johnson, who was no coward, trembled all over, knelt on the ground with his buttocks sticking up high, daring not to look any longer.
An old and exceedingly eerie voice rang out.
"The strength of an elephant, is it? Give... it... to... you..."
"The strength of two gorillas? Also... give... it... to... you..."
"The strength of three bears, yes, as... you... wish..."
