Jim Dickinson's pickled head grins malevolently from a jar in a doctor's closet, fifty years after being severed in a potter's field.
As heard by us
A grotesque slow burn with a grim, old fashioned finish.
Jim Dickinson's head in a jar of alcohol in Dr. Wright's office is the image that lingers, and the black cat warning gives the ending a sealed, almost superstitious feel.
Why you'd press play
A jarred head, a black cat, and a warning that comes true.
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