Icky ways to go: Nosebleed from hell… To hell

Unless you have your fingers permanently jammed up there, or, like Jeremy Melton, the stress of skewering your childhood tormentors causes one, nosebleeds are scary. When I randomly get one with no prior warnings, my first thought is normally: “Argh! I have a brain hemorrhage – I’m dying!”

In the case of this poor doomed schmuck, who models a very fascinating pair of glasses, from the Small Town Zealot range in Children of the Corn II: The Final Sacrifice, a nosebleed in church DOES mean death, but, rather than an internal medical cause, He Who Walks Behind the Rows is dishing up a big dose of voodoo via one of his juvenile followers…


The trickle begins…


And becomes a flow…


And then a tide…


Should’ve gone to Specsavers.


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