As the years went on, the book was passed on from generation to generation with Allen's descendants supposedly using the flesh-book to spank and/or traumatize children. Perhaps wanting to save on money being paid to trauma counselors, one of the descendants finally donated the book to the Boston Library. Patrons and staff haven't heard any screams or noticed the book levitating and they describe its creepy cover as, "a slightly bumpy texture, like soft sandpaper."
"Inside is also the compacted remains of the cutest Walton child."
So ask yourself this: Would it be creepier if they had a skin book and didn't know whose skin it was? Because that's the case with the ...