World of Horror is a skin-crawling dread machine that does its inspirations proud

I am fully encased in a bundle of spider's silk, only my eyeballs still visible as I wait for my turn to be devoured. I've failed to save the city from the insatiable arachnidian Old God, and now myself and all the inhabitants of Shiokawa, Japan are caught in its web. I'd come so far this time, solved all of the mysteries tacked to my bulletin board, but in the end, I couldn't escape the doom that had been closing in on me. If World of Horror could be reduced to a single word, it'd be "dread." I...