Tawny dahl movies - Beauty Shop (2005)

But as I curved along the crashing coast, a fog bank crept in and wrapped me in its sullen shroud.

I explained my predicament, and with reluctance the man, who identified himself as Livingston, allowed me to enter the dilapidated estate provided I wore a mask.

Now I did not squirm in my bonds from seeking escape, but rather from writhing in joy, as if transported to the paradise of childhood and blessed with immortality.

But then she pulled down from the wall a screen strewn with claw marks, and with a rickety whirr the projector began to spin.