The Salesman looked towards the ceiling, his eyes blank of light and sentience; his arms remained dangling by his sides.
He then began to straighten his spine, causing soft yet unnerving—
Pop Pop Pop
—Popping sounds to consecutively resound as he forced his spine straight.
Then, his malnourished jaw muscles began to tremble and shiver rapidly, creating the image of oversized maggots wiggling underneath his black skin.
And what followed—
Kuhk.
—Was the sharp cracking of the joints in his jaws as he began to slowly open his mouth.
Kuhk. Kuhk. Kuhk.
The cracking noise was reminiscent of the cocking of a handgun, except at a much lower and haunting pitch.
Kuhk. Kuhk. Kuhk.
Hearing these noises, Millis felt a shiver of fear shudder through her arms, leading to an army of goosebumps to rise; they trembled too.
And Lillian was no different.
Kuhk. Kuhk. Kuhk.
Fortunately, the cracking stopped after some time, but what followed was equally, if not more, disturbing.
"SKREEEEH!"
