In the dimly lit room, manufactured shrieking is matched
by a tiny girl's terrified cries as her father tries to
prod her
nearer the exhibit. It is gruesome in the extreme.
Realistic
plant roots that, when grabbed and yanked, reveal a
shrilly
screaming devil-baby extruding from the ground.
Shuddering
I turn away, more upset by the parental performance and
the child's torture than anything I've seen on display.