xmichaelmyers:Smells of dirt and wet and long-gone vegetables would merge into one unmistakable inel
xmichaelmyers:Smells of dirt and wet and long-gone vegetables would merge into one unmistakable ineluctable smell, the smell of the monster, the apotheosis of all monsters. It was the smell of something for which he had no name: the smell of It, crouched and lurking and ready to spring. [Stephen King] -- source link