A sense of apprehension lurks in Danvers where for 300 years weird, scary things have been erupting out of nowhere, leaving behind a vague scent of dread.

He came to the realisation that his wounds would never fully heal. He wept that night.

ART: ‘I tried to paint on canvas: fists were paintbrushes & blood was oil. My aim was to use my body as it really is : a material. So I fused a canvas.