Finally time to set up the yard display. Ephram Vessell has found himself forlorn, waiting an unusually deep sentence into "THE month". This year's display will be significantly scaled back in comparison to years past, but I am hoping to capture the spirit of the season nonetheless.
So what did you do with Misgivings Day?
The specimen was discovered in an old steamer trunk tucked away in the basement of an abandoned lecture hall. Along with the small crate containing Specimen AUK177Q was a broken theodolite and a small banded suitcase with an array of strange brass instruments. The only identification was on a small card inside the case identifying Expedition BXT1926. While it can be assumed the expedition date was in 1926 there is no indication as to who funded the exploration or where the specimen was taken.
A visual inspection of the remains has produced the following facts:
Further analysis must be performed, including complete physical autopsy and historical investigation of the expedition.
He holds a silent vigil in the dank shadows of the darkest corners of my mind. Fretfully pacing, he lights his way with the flicker of a single candle stub. A sloshing scraping sound draws my attention away from the living. The smell of rotting fish and wet leaves fills my mind and burns my eyes. The putrescent Uncle Crebb has returned to fester away what remains of my sanity.
Witchlette is now finished! Her costume features authentic vintage fabrics, buttons, and jewery ( as well as a single raccoon tooth) Four 1950's era bottles provide a visual accent to the base of the cauldron. I will post video as soon as I can work thru an error with Blogger. Completed size is 19 inches tall...the perfect size for a one of a kind eye-catching Halloween Display.
Witchlette's arms have been installed and tested. I added a bracket to the main front rod to support the shoulders, providing a secure foundation for the jointed arms. Trial and error with the arm lengths resulted in a smooth natural movement. As stated before, I am designing this mech to be as maintenance free as possible so that the eventual owner can enjoy her for years to come.
A loose fitting at the wrists will give just enough play at the natural maple stirring stick to give the entire arm assembly a smooth, natural stirring motion.
This is my first successful configuration that will meet the necessary requirements. After the pictures were taken, I have tweaked a few dimensions to make the mechanism even more compact than pictured. The design will allow me to easily adjust the overall height and neck-to-torso dimensions, but for now proof of concept has been achieved.
Winston the loves Fall. He loves the bright blue skies, the dried leaves, and the first frost. His whole year hinges on Halloween night, and he schemes, plans, and creates every chance he gets. Winston loves Fall....but now it is winter and it is just too cold to spend time in his shop making things to delight the kids and scare the neighbors. All Winston can do in the winter is sit in his old green chair wishing it weren't so cold.
After shedding their trick or treat costumes, Fox and Onyx wait fearlessly to guide the next group of victims thru the haunt.
This googly-eyed spectre was conjured at the last minute to fill a spot in the haunt. He was surprisingly effective, and stopped several people in their tracks for fear of what he might be dreaming up. (Of course, the fact that he was in a room that demanded the guests to crawl thru on hands and knees probably helped his creep factor)
A shop known only as "The Second Hand". What evil lurks in the dark depths just around the corner?
An excellent reason to fear the dentist....
Body Bags hang in a creepy area of the basement. The light from above is filtered thru triangular glass tiles that are set into the mortar of the sidewalk above. Rusty pipes and drippy walls make the perfect setting for this gauntlet of doom.
A stray tarantula waits just beyond the body bags, ready to pounce on unsuspecting victims.
T-bone looks just about as tired as I feel.
Ween is another creature spawned from the fertile soil of the Shadow Farm. Planted over a graveyard and harvested by the light of a full moon. Ween watches from the shadows as the trick or treaters make their rounds, always vigilant to protect the traditions and rituals of this, the season of the witch. 
