The wind howled and beat against the small building, rattling its meagre foundations and thrusting a lance of fear into the already-petrified heart of the young boy. Something outside the shed suddenly slammed against the door, throwing it back against the inside wall, rattling its frame and splintering the old, dry boards. A black, quasi-human shape filled the open doorway, silhouetted against the backdrop of a furious and negatively-charged thunderstorm, and with a lurch it stepped inside. A bolt of lightning flashed through the air, illuminating the shed with its brief but intense burst of light, revealing the hideous details of the living corpse which now stood poised above the crouching child. Two small pinpoints of red light burned within the ruptured sockets of the revenant, and they flared as they took in the sight of the trembling child. The mouldering cadaver took a step forward, and the boy scrambled backward under the workbench, releasing a heart-rending shriek of terror as the deranged ghoul brought forth the rusted chainsaw clenched in its browned, withered claws. The monster opened its desiccated maw, releasing a deep, fetid moan as it pulled the cord of the chainsaw; the ancient, corroded motor roared to tormented life, and the chain began to scream with eagre ferocity, throwing flakes of long-dried blood from its caked teeth ...

Long, talon-like nails flashed forward, and in an instant the man's face became a mass of gouged flesh. He fell backward with a tortured scream, his rump colliding with a hard boulder, flipping him over onto his side before tossing him to the damp evening grass. He brought his hands up to his face quickly, desperately trying to stanch the flow of blood welling up from his raw, open wounds. The dark, naked woman standing before him, blood dripping from her fingers, watched her ravaged victim flip and flop upon the ground with wide, glowing eyes, her face a hard, unreadable mask. As the poor man released a second tortured cry, the female creature responded with an unholy, utterly inhuman, hiss. She stepped forward, that chilling hiss continuing to pour from her frozen mouth, as her vagina morphed into a pair of testicles and an erect penis ...

The sexy blonde teenager ran through the woods, the jagged limbs of gnarled trees cutting into her pale, curvaceous flesh as she charged forward in a frightened frenzy. Behind her, matching her speed, was an overbuilt man in orange prison coveralls, his square head wrapped in the folds of a tinfoil mask, hiding his face, his hairy left hand clutching an absurdly large straight razor which he used to hack and slash his way through the treacherous foliage. Choosing to look back over her shoulder, the barely-legal nude failed to spot the large branch blocking her path; wood met jaw with a resonating crack, and she went down hard, a bright spray of blood filling the late twilight air. The masked killer scrambled up behind her, and with his free hands grabbed her right buttock, pinning her to the forest floor. As the enhanced beauty futilely tried to worm her way out from under his grasp, flailing about like a beached fish, he raised the hand with the razor up high. The last, stray beams of light from the vanished sun glanced off the blade, briefly illuminating it with an eerie blue glow, and then ...