Sunday, November 6, 2022

Back at the Crossroad

Three long years it has been since I set foot in Stately Wilson Manor, in Hertford, NC — one of the longest, if not the longest, spells of Trish & David Niall Wilson deprivation on record. Since Dave and I became acquainted in the mid-to-late 1980s, getting together to conduct business, socialize, and terrorize the populace has been a time-honored tradition. Wilson Manor is the home base of Crossroad Press, which I’ve been thrilled to have as my publisher for the majority of my full-length works of fiction since the year 2010, there or about. 

Unfortunately, due to her work schedule, Brugger couldn’t accompany me on this trip, so the Wilson clan was forced to suffer me as me, not the “tempered-by-my-better-half” me. More’s the pity, for all of us; however, they survived, and I survived, and over the course of the weekend, I think we ended up committing only minor felonies (with no convictions).

I left Greensboro fairly early on Friday, November 4. Another crucial aspect of this long-running tradition is to hunt geocaches on the roughly 250-mile drive from Greensboro to Hertford (as well as on the return trip, naturally). My favorite location was somewhere east of Raleigh, on a dead-end road that went a good mile or so into what appeared to be deserted woods. Where it turned off from the main road, though, I discovered, hidden among the nearby trees, a handful of gravestones that dated back to the early 20th Century. It seemed an odd place to find graves, but at least no one was shambling about, moaning, and/or bitching. At the far end of the road, I discovered a jack-o’-lantern, complete with a candle inside (unlit in the daylight). Given the isolation of the area, I have no idea for whose benefit the jack-o’-lantern existed, but it sure made for a cool — and reasonably creepy — setting for a geocache.

I had to take an extensive detour near Rocky Mount, which I later learned was because a tractor-trailer truck carrying explosives overturned on US 64, forcing a long section of road to be closed on Friday. (I don’t think anything or anyone blew up, and they got the road reopened before I headed back on Sunday.)

Lunch at a place called Ribeyes Steakhouse (an excellent burger, fries, and drink, all for $9), a few more caches, and I arrived in Hertford a few minutes before 5:00 p.m. To my surprise, no one was home. But a ghostly voice bade me enter by way of a secret code, so I soon enough settled myself in at Stately Wilson Manor in the company of at least half a dozen cats, all of whom seemed excited as hell to see me.*

*Mostly, they ran and hid, except for Brother Tomas, who railed at me for having failed to visit him sooner. After a while, the lot of them came around and made me feel welcome, especially once I offered them treats.

It wasn’t long before the more frightening inhabitants of the house arrived, with their son Bill in tow. There was much rejoicing, pouring of spirits, catching up, plotting, scheming, burying evidence, etc. Eventually, we made our way to dinner at Volcano, a decent Japanese restaurant we’ve enjoyed on several past trips. The sushi dinner was awesome. Once back at the house, more spirits flowed, and certain of us (not me, of course) built up formidable hangovers.

I don’t know what time we all wandered off to bed. It wasn’t early. Or maybe it was very early, I dunno.
A tiny graveyard at the entrance to a dead-end road through the woods
Cotton fields back home...
Giorgio Wilson upon catching a glimpse of the bar at Stately Wilson Manor
On Saturday, we spent the morning recuperating (well, those who needed to recuperate did so), talking creative business (with possible new plans set in motion), and recuperating (oh, wait...). Dave, Bill, and I killed lunch at a little joint called Currituck BBQ Company, where the food was great and the sound of banjos playing out back wasn’t too loud. I found a cache.
Dr. Dave and editorial assistant

Afterward, we headed back for more scheming, plotting, and businessing, all the while avoiding the need for any later recuperating. Come dinnertime, we hit Plaza Azteca in Elizabeth City, where, honest to Yog, I tore into some of the best Mexican food I’ve had since I don’t know when: birria tacos, which are corn tortillas soaked in birria broth and stuffed with beef, Chihuahua cheese sauce, and cilantro, topped with cabbage and cheese, served with broth and hot tomatillo sauce. For accompaniment, I had one margarita, which was big and tasty, but not very strong. Probably for the best, under the circumstances.

For the evening’s entertainment, we watched Nope, director Jordan Peele’s latest film, which we all loved. The Wilsons had already seen it, but this was my first time, and I would have to call it the best fright film I’ve seen all year — and better than most from many years prior. I’m looking forward to Ms. B. taking a look at it. I expect it’s going to be a keeper for us. After Nope, we watched Peter Jackson’s 1996 horror comedy, The Frighteners, which I saw when it first came out; don’t think I’ve seen it since. My impression then was none too positive, but this time around, I found it slightly more amusing. It’s not particularly funny, but it does have its moments. Michael J. Fox has always been a favorite of mine, and he’s fine in this movie.

Again, it was a very late night — all the more so because of the time change. At least some of us were still awake when it came time to roll back the clocks at 2:00 a.m....
Birria tacos at Plaza Azteca in Elizabeth City
Brother Tomas watching Nope
This morning — Sunday — I accompanied Dave to his office, where he kindly gifted me a copy of his latest fiction collection, The Devil’s in the Flaws & Other Dark Truths, which I’ll be reading and reviewing at the earliest possibility. Then it was time for this old man to hit the road to return to Greensboro. Today, there were no detours. I stopped for a few caches and got home around 3:00 p.m., to find a pile of business to handle. At this point, most of it is handled. Or at least in the early stages of handling. Whatever, it’s handled.

And so endeth another stay at Stately Wilson Manor, and I sure as hell hope the next gathering with Clan Wilson isn’t as far in the future as the previous one was in the past.

Yeah, I think that pretty much worked.
Bear!

Saturday, November 5, 2022

NOW AVAILABLE! Ameri-Scares Georgia: The Haunting of Tate’s Mill


My newest novel in Elizabeth Massie’s Ameri-Scares series for young readers — Georgia: The Haunting of Tate’s Mill is now on the loose from Crossroad Press!

In the 1950s, Lake Sidney Lanier was built in northern Georgia. Since then, hundreds of deaths on and around the lake have given rise to legends that spirits of the dead haunt the area. Teenager Aaron Tate, who lives near the lake with his parents, doesn’t believe in ghosts. But after he witnesses a jet ski accident on the water, he begins to experience many strange things. At night, weird lights float through the woods near the lake’s edge. An eerie voice in the darkness calls to him. He begins having nightmares that involve a strange woman from the past.

Aaron meets a girl named Suzette Sellers, who has moved into his neighborhood. They become friends and, together, resolve to learn the truth behind the frightening events. Aaron learns that his family home was built on the site of an old mill that belonged to his ancestors. Suzette’s house stands on land once owned by a woman named Lula Cheshire—a woman who was rumored to be a witch. And Aaron discovers that his great-great-grandfather, Charles Tate, might have had a strange and secret relationship with Lula Cheshire.

When events in Aaron’s life begin to mirror those of his great-great-grandfather, he wonders: do ghosts truly exist? What if Lula Cheshire really was a witch? And has the long-dead woman’s spirit returned from the grave to wreak vengeance for some crime his great-great-grandfather, Charles Tate, committed against her? He and Suzette must learn the truth—and send Lula Cheshire’s spirit back to the grave—before death comes to claim both of them!

The Ameri-Scares books are aimed at the younger set, but they're also great fun for those of us who might be considered... uh... a bit more seasoned.

Available in ebook and paperback. 

Friday, November 4, 2022

Guillermo del Toro’s Cabinet of Curiosities

I’ve been looking forward with guarded optimism to Guillermo del Toro’s Cabinet of Curiosities, of which all eight episodes are now available on Netflix. The series’ anthology format — mostly adaptations of existing short fiction, with del Toro presenting them in Rod Serling’s Night Gallery-esque fashion — struck me as highly appealing. I learned early on that the two H.P. Lovecraft adaptations — “Pickman’s Model” and “Dreams in the Witch House” — were anything but true to their source material, so, inasmuch as possible, I set my expectations accordingly. Over three evenings, starting the night after Halloween, Ms. B. and I binged on the episodes. On the whole, I will say that my guarded optimism was warranted, and in the case of at least one of the HPL adaptations, my slimmer-than-slim expectations were met.

Without delving deeply into the plots of each, here is a rundown of the episodes, ranked — as objectively as I can manage — from the bottom to the top. Naturally, your mileage may vary.
#8: Episode 6: “Dreams in the Witch House” (adapted from the story by H.P. Lovecraft)
Putting aside preconceived notions when viewing an adaptation of a work with which I am intimately familiar can be difficult. Having written numerous stories specifically for Lovecraftian anthologies and magazines (including a story that is an indirect prequel to “Dreams”), I’ve been steeped in Lovecraftian lore for going on forty years. Given its structure and setting, this story could have been beautifully adapted with minimal tinkering. For its myriad shortcomings, Stuart Gordon’s adaptation (2005) for HBO’s Masters of Horror series succeeded better than this one on every level but the visual. As with every entry in Cabinet of Curiosities, vivid atmosphere and spectacular visuals rate highly in the overall presentation. Here, at least visually, both Keziah Mason and Brown Jenkin — two of Lovecraft’s most memorable characters — are done more-than-adequate justice. Sadly, rather than a chronicle of unsettling, even disturbing events rooted in Lovecraft’s famed “pseudo-science,” this one has been turned into an at-best marginally engaging ghost story featuring only character names, such as Walter Gilman (Rupert Grint) and Frank Elwood (Ismael Cruz Cordova), and a few superficial events swiped from HPL tale.

Now, Ms. B., who has never read the original story and is only slightly familiar with HPL’s body of work, enjoyed the episode considerably more than I did. But even overlooking the Lovecraft connection, apart from the impressive — and scary — Keziah Mason, I found this entry overly reliant on spooky tropes and, for what it offers, more than a little padded (a shortcoming not unique to this episode). Thus, sadly, I must rate “Dreams” as the least successful entry in the series.
#7: Episode 1: “Lot 36”
Now, I would not consider even the “worst” of Cabinet of Curiosities in any way terrible. None of these episodes fail on every level, and some succeed on many, even when they fall short in the final reckoning. At the very least, most manage to be entertaining. Such is “Lot 36,” based on an original del Toro story. Here, we have an unlikable opportunist, Nick Appleton (Tim Blake Nelson), who purchases lots from various estates in hopes of procuring treasures (primarily to pay his creditors, who are themselves anything but savory characters). Despite Appleton being the consummate lout, he delivers a barrage of clever quips throughout the episode, which serve to render him amusing if not exactly sympathetic. Enter potential buyer Roland (Sebastian Roche), who takes an interest in Appleton’s most recent acquisition because it contains some exceedingly rare — and highly valuable — articles of occult-related paraphernalia.

Do you believe things could possibly go well for the characters at this point? I didn’t think so.

With its focus on distinctly devilish books and other occult items, “Lot 36” at times feels reminiscent of Roman Polanski’s The Ninth Gate, a film I enjoy and admire. For a time, there's an intense buildup that heralds some genuine chills... only to peter out and end on an underwhelming note. (Again, “Lot 36” is not unique in this regard.) I would rate this entry considerably higher if the conclusion felt more like a genuine payoff than a lazily dangling thread.

#6: Episode 7: “The Viewing”
Despite being thoroughly captivated for most of this episode’s running time by the almost David Lynchian visuals, the offbeat characters, and — most notably — the mesmerizing musical score, at the conclusion of this one, it felt not unlike being yanked out of an alluring dream on a bungee cord.

The enigmatic — and very wealthy — Lionel Lassiter (Peter Weller) invites a group of accomplished young people to his inner sanctum, where he surprises them with his intimate knowledge of their personal tastes and vices, and then proceeds to encourage them to indulge in the best drink, drugs, and sensory stimulation that his wealth can provide. All this leads to his revealing an unearthly motivation for his bewildering actions.

It’s no exaggeration to say that “The Viewing,” directed by Panos Cosmatos, feels like a dream come to life. From the throbbing, hypnotic techno soundtrack to the Twin Peaks red room–like setting, this is the most sensually immersive episode of the series. And for that part, I loved it. Yet, following the visually gripping climax, “The Viewing” simply says “Take THAT, you!” and then wanders off without addressing... well... much of anything. Now, David Lynch can often get away with exactly this because exactly this is what David Lynch excels at. The writing here, however, felt less intentionally ambiguous than simply half-ass.

Ms. B. and I about needed seatbelts to keep from being hurled through the proverbial windshield when this one hit the brakes. Boo!

#5: Episode 4: “Outside” (adapted from the webcomic “Some Other Animal’s Meat” by Emily Carroll)
It took me some little while to recognize Kate Micucci, whom I know from the rather raunchy duet, Garfunkel & Oates, as Stacey, a homely, insecure young woman who desperately desires to fit in, even if it’s with her gossiping, beauty-obsessed, air-headed co-workers at the local bank. Micucci was really uglied up for the part, and she chews up the scenery in this episode. At a Dirty Santa party, her “friends” gift her a beauty product called Alo Glo, which is supposed to contain the magic ingredients to transform any woman into a desirable beauty queen. Stacey tries it, but the results are not quite what she expected...

Stacey’s husband, Keith, played by Martin Starr, does his best to understand his wife’s obsession, but things slide downhill to the point they can’t really go any farther.

This episode plays very much as a character study. It’s wacky, funny, and ultimately unsettling. It carries on longer than necessary, but at least it never turns boring. Ultimately, Stacey undergoes a transformation all right, but there’s a cost, and it might not be what she — or we — expect. The quirkiness of the story and Micucci’s portrayal of Stacey give this episode an agreeable shine.

#4: Episode 5: “Pickman’s Model” (adapted from the story by H.P. Lovecraft)
This adaptation of “Pickman’s Model” is so not Lovecraft’s story, and my initial impression ranked it near the bottom. However, as time passed, I found elements of it lingering in ways I did not expect. The episode’s dark heart might not be the one Lovecraft crafted in his story, but it exudes an air of cosmic horror that none of the other series’ entries quite manage. Like the “Dreams in the Witch House” adaptation, “Pickman’s Model” features some of the names and settings from the story; however, whereas “Dreams” departs radically in the theme from its source, “Pickman’s Model” retains at least a smidgen of the otherworldly dread that permeates Lovecraft’s fiction.

Crispin Glover plays Richard Upton Pickman, the “eccentric” artist of the title, and in Crispin Glover fashion, he is a presence to be reckoned with. The character, however, resembles Lovecraft’s Pickman to approximately the same degree that da Vinci’s Mona Lisa resembles a black velvet Elvis. They’re both fine, in their way, I suppose. Most of the characters speak with an exaggerated New England accent, and Glover pushes his so far over the top that it makes one wonder if, well, maybe he’s somehow related to those weird, horrific creatures from the underworld featured in his paintings.

There’s a little touch of Lovecraft shortly before the denouement, which made me smile. Initially, the final scene didn’t sit right with me, but after a little time and consideration, I felt it more and more apt — kind of the same way that time and a little air bring out the better qualities of a good red wine.

#3: Episode 8: “The Murmuring”
I had the hardest time figuring out how to rank this episode. It was very slow, very moody, and full of traditional ghost story elements. “The Murmuring” of the title refers to the unique flight patterns of Dunlins, a type of wading bird not unlike Sandpipers. While studying the birds, ornithologists Edgar (Andrew Lincoln) and Nancy (Essie Davis) Bradley take up residence in an old house with a mysterious past. Nancy, in particular, is troubled by disturbances in the night: the pattering of feet, mournful cries, thumps, bumps, and occasionally whispery voices. While Edgar and Nancy seem happy enough at first, there is trouble brewing, and the root of it is not supernatural.

There are supernatural forces at work, though. Lincoln and Davis are terrific in their roles, and the episode’s increasingly eerie atmosphere manages to be gripping. I found myself surprisingly moved by the story’s resolution — which was far more definitive than most in this series. Still, to my mind, it was a lovely episode that was effective the first time through; I’m not sure I’d have the desire or patience to do it all over again.

So, I’ve rated it #3 for all that’s right about it, and no higher for all that’s not. Again, kind of a tough call.

#2: Episode 2: “Graveyard Rats” (adapted from the story by Henry Kuttner)
It had been many years since I read Kuttner’s “The Graveyard Rats” (in Chaosium’s Book of Iod), and my memory of the tale was vague. (I’ve since reread it.) When this episode aired, Brugger and I had only watched the first episode (“Lot 36”), which wasn’t bad but also less than satisfying. We hoped for better here. Happily, we got it.

David Hewlett stars as Masson, a seeker of treasures by way of graverobbing. Like Appleton in “Lot 36,” Masson has come up short of paying his debts to his unsavory creditors, so his unpleasant get-rich-quick scheme is rooted in necessity. He learns of the perfect benefactor — recently deceased, of course — and when the time is right, he sets out to collect his rightful reward.

Things do not go entirely as planned.

Kuttner’s story is short and sweet, a bare-bones, straightforward supernatural thriller. For this adaptation, del Toro and director Vincenzo Natali take the ball and run with it, with far greater success than either of the Lovecraft entries. The embellishment of the story works well, providing elements both amusing and chilling while remaining true to the events of Kuttner’s tale. Hewlett’s portrayal of Masson engages by way of well-timed humor and, eventually, pathos. The subterranean scenes play convincingly enough to possibly trigger a claustrophobic response in certain sensitive persons.

So, “Graveyard Rats” earns considerable favor from both Ms. B. and me.

#1: Episode 3: “The Autopsy” (adapted from the story by Michael Shea)
I’ve enjoyed the late Michael Shea’s fiction, particularly “Fat Face,” which features a unique take on the Lovecraftian Shoggoth, but I’ve never read “The Autopsy.” So, I can’t compare the adaptation to the original tale, but I can say that the episode is top-notch and easily the best of the series. Based on the critiques of the show I’ve read so far, this verdict seems to be nearly unanimous.

The accomplished and frequently brilliant F. Murray Abraham plays Dr. Carl Winters, the coroner responsible for autopsying the victims of a mysterious mine explosion. His meticulous post-mortem investigations lead him down a maze of corridors that first surprise and then mortify him. Not surprisingly for this series, it turns out that something inhuman is behind the carnage, and its purpose is anything but benevolent.

This episode features the most visually graphic scenes of the series, and the lengths to which Winters is willing to go to discover the truth — and then conquer his adversary — are not for the squeamish. At our house, there was some reasonably loud hollering accompanying a few of these scenes.

It’s a pity that more of the adaptations failed to satisfy to the extent that this one did. I would go so far as to call this one of the best episodes in virtually any horror anthology series I can think of. So... an easy winner for the number one slot.
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Although Cabinet of Curiosities hits on all cylinders relatively few times, I would still call it anything but an abject failure. Even the worst of the episodes offer some impressive visuals and at least a minimal degree of engagement. Across the board, the acting is impressive, and occasionally — especially in F. Murray Abraham’s case — it captivated both Ms. B. and me. Even the series’ failures usually offer at least competent if not admirable moments.

So, overall, I’m awarding Cabinet of Curiosities three and a half out of five Damned Rodan’s Dirty Firetinis, with a whole extra shot of gin (or vodka, if that’s your preference) for “The Autopsy” and “Graveyard Rats.”

I have spoken.

Tuesday, November 1, 2022

It’s a Trick, Not a Treat!

For several years now, one of our favorite seasonal traditions is friend Natalie’s (a.k.a. Fishdownthestairs) geocaching event called “It’s Not a Trick, It’s a Treat,” which she holds at her place on or around Halloween night. This year, it was on Sunday, October 30, and a good crowd of local geocachers showed up. Natalie always goes all out with food and drink, and sure enough — it was an impressive spread. Brugger and I went as our normal selves (as you may see in the photo above), which, amusingly, actually fooled a couple of folks into thinking they did not know us. Ha-HA!

After the event, Ms. B. and I cruised over to the bar at Green Valley Grill to top off the evening with a couple of glasses of our favorite red vintages.

Unfortunately, for most of the day and part of Halloween evening, we had a steady rain. Still, one intrepid group of young trick-or-treaters came to our door, and we were ready for them. We picked a couple of fairly diverse films to run for the evening — The Witches of Eastwick and Count Dracula (the 1970 Jess Franco version starring Christopher Lee).

Overall, this has been one of the most enjoyable, event-packed Halloween seasons Ms. B. and I have spent together (at least when we’ve not been on foreign soil). Travel plans for next year are in the early stages, so whether we’ll be here or somewhere out yonder remains to be seen. Wherever we are, we’ll be scary.

Hope you are too.
A few of the undead hoopin’ it up at “It’s Not a Trick, It’s a Treat!”

Occasionally, the local wildlife gets a little out of hand.

Sunday, October 30, 2022

It’s the Great Hocus Pocus, Charlie Brown!

It has been one breakneck Halloween season, with numerous gatherings (and another one on the slate for this evening), movies, and outings for Ms. B. and me — all of which are mighty welcome. October is always a busy month, and we’ve been working overtime on this one. It sort of helps make up for the near-absence of the Halloween season for us last year; not that there is one complaint about that situation, since we were overseas, getting married, and all that kind of good stuff.

Last night, friends Terry and Beth hosted an outdoor movie night, as is their wont this time of year. Last year, we watched Hocus Pocus, which was a first for me. I hadn’t much expected to like it, but — au contraire — I found it an agreeable hoot. This time, it was Hocus Pocus 2, and I liked it a lot as well. It wasn’t the classic that many consider the original to be, but it was funny and hit plenty of the right notes throughout. Also on our docket was It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown. This one is an absolute prerequisite for the Halloween season (and we actually watched it a week or so ago, just for good measure). The drinks and company were delightful; a couple of folks in attendance turned out to be hardcore horror geeks, so we had a ton of topics to yak about.

This morning, Ms. B. wanted to see some fall foliage, so we headed out for a drive. I picked up a couple of geocaches, and we enjoyed lunch at a sweet little Mexican place in Gibsonville called La Casa Dorada. Fantastic Tacos à Diabla — spicy-hot to enough to prompt a couple of good hollers from me.

Tonight, we have the customary Halloween-themed geocaching event at friend Natalie’s place to attend. In fact, it’s just about time to get into character....

Tomorrow... Halloween arrives at last. Then comes the fast train to Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year’s, and the eventual Final Chapter. Jebus, how time do fly.
A couple of wacky folk bundled up for Hocus Pocus 2
Lake view at Hagan Stone Park while geocaching this morning
The colours out of space

Friday, October 28, 2022

The Colours Out of Space


The fall colors are pretty much at their peak this weekend, and it's a shame that we haven't been able to work a trip to the Blue Ridge Parkway into our schedule this year. Traditionally, Ms. B. and I visit Mabry Mill for breakfast, take a hike somewhere nearby (Buffalo Mountain and Rock Castle Creek Gorge have been prime destinations), and find wine at Villa Appalaccia and/or Chateau Morrisette. Just couldn't manage it this year, although we may yet manage a wine outing on one of these upcoming weekends.

I did come up to Martinsville this morning to keep Cannoli company for a couple of days, as Allison is away for the weekend. On the way, I stopped at Summerfield Community Park to hunt a new Adventure Lab cache, which put me on a nice nature trail through the woods. Indeed the foliage was beautiful. Once I got to Martinsville, I took a nice long walk around Lake Lanier, near my house. I enjoyed the walk on the trail immensely, particularly since I didn't fall into the lake (not that I ever have actually fallen into the lake; where might you have gotten that idea?). Anyway, while I was out there and not falling into anything I ought not, I took a passel of photos of the scenery. I'm posting a bunch of them here for posterity's sake, or something such. There aren't any geocaches around Lake Lanier currently, although I keep threatening to remedy that situation. Eventually....

Arrivederci, America.

Nope... absolutely no work getting done here.

Thursday, October 27, 2022

Atmospheres

Casa di Rodan is always populated by spooky inhabitants, both animate and otherwise, but for the sake of posterity, here are a few images of this year’s Halloween decorations.

Sunday, October 23, 2022

Mad Monster Party at Casa di Rodan

The house is prepped and darkness is falling.
It’s been a good many years since Casa di Rodan has played host to a big ol’ Halloween bash, so Ms. B. and I up and threw one. About twenty folks came around — geocachers, friends from Martinsville, and some local folks — so we had a very full house. So far, it hasn't fallen through the earth’s crust, though I’m not sure we came through it entirely unscathed...

Anyhoo, it was great fun. Perhaps we’ll do it again next year.
Sarah the Witch and an ornery old cuss
L: Captain Spaulding himself decided to pop in; R: Debbie and Pete, smokin’!
Do not cross Bob & Yvonne, or you may not live to regret it.
L: mad magician and — who’s this? — it’s Dr. Gaki! R: Dr. Deathenbaker and his lovely ghoulfriend
Sarah the Witch and Red Riding Hood are amok, amok, amok!
L: “Open wide and say “Oh my gaaaahhhd!’” R: “Try my poison, why don’t you?”
Like mother, like—OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!
The ornery old cuss puts the bite on our sweet young witch.
The feeding frenzy begins. Wonder who’s on the menu? Maybe the smiling people in the photo below?
Don’t turn around... the ghoulies are in town!