“Mr. Husky. There was a name I never thought I’d hear again. The last time was in the middle of that blisteringly hot October, Halloween night. There we were, me and the rest of the gang, hiding in the shadows beside the Garrison’s house, sweat dripping from our faces, the humidity in that New Orlean’s weather just eating away at us. 3 more minutes until Midnight. The witching hour. Finally, we heard it. That tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-drag telling us that Mr Husky was drawing near. Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-drag. Closer. Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-drag. Closer. Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-drag. He was just about to come into view on the sidewalk when…”
Ida No over 4 years ago
“Mr. Husky. There was a name I never thought I’d hear again. The last time was in the middle of that blisteringly hot October, Halloween night. There we were, me and the rest of the gang, hiding in the shadows beside the Garrison’s house, sweat dripping from our faces, the humidity in that New Orlean’s weather just eating away at us. 3 more minutes until Midnight. The witching hour. Finally, we heard it. That tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-drag telling us that Mr Husky was drawing near. Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-drag. Closer. Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-drag. Closer. Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-drag. He was just about to come into view on the sidewalk when…”
katina.cooper over 4 years ago
Only two weeks to go before Mr. Husky visits our dreams and wants to know where his candy is.
Neo Stryder over 4 years ago
Yuck… multi-eyed creatures and I have never been friendly with each other.
SHAKEDOWNVILLE over 4 years ago
Your pen @ right with inscription is not “lacquing” in traditions & legends.