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.
Woah! It sounds like you need to watch out for Uncle Crebb! Very cool creature ~ I like his teeth.
ReplyDeleteI don't really know what I like better, your creations or their stories.
ReplyDeleteUncle Crebb is wonderfully creepy! I bet he looks fantastic in the dark with nothing on but his candle!
Ack! Now I have the image of Uncle Crebb nekkid in the dark...no robes or nothing. "Nothing on but his candle", you said....
ReplyDeleteGorgeously creepy creation... however, I'm also imagining Uncle Crebb now, sans robes and hiding his shame with a candle!!
ReplyDeleteEEK! Bad wording on my part!
ReplyDeleteGross, now I have that image in my brain too.
He's not very pleasant, is he? Thank goodness that's how we like them ;)
ReplyDeletebrilliant as usual!
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