horror raze the cassette never had a case. i can still see the label. orange with black text. fourteen minutes of monster moans and feral cat cries. distorted organ tones and singing saws. maniacal laughter and bloodcurdling screams. creaking doors and breaking glass. howling wind and an out-of-tune piano that played itself. those sounds have haunted the back of my brain for the better part of thirty years. i never should have returned them to the person they didn't really belong to. the home she made for us was horrifying enough. it didn't need an extra layer of audio to put it over the top. 221031 what's it to you? who go blather from