Happy National Donut Day from the Davis Graveyard
Harold the Gravedigger squinted through the pre-dawn mist. A low, guttural groan echoed through the Davis Graveyard, sending a shiver down his spine. Not the usual mournful sighs of the restless dead, no. This was a sound more…sugary. More…sprinkled. Harold gripped his shovel tighter. The rumors had begun a week ago – whispers of a giant, sentient donut rolling through the cemetery at night, leaving a trail of sticky frosting and disembodied sprinkles in its wake. Tonight, he'd finally catch the culprit red-handed (or, should he say, red-glazed?). As the groan grew louder, a monstrous shape lumbered out of the fog. It was a donut, alright, but colossal. Its glazed surface shimmered under the moonlight, studded with malevolent chocolate chips and a single, menacing gumball eye. A chorus of disembodied moans rose from the disturbed graves as the donut flattened several headstones with an indifferent squish. Harold, adrenaline coursing through him, charged. "Hey, sprinkle-brained...
Wow, I love that image....
ReplyDeleteWhere does it come from?
Wow they sure did! How creepy yet wonderful!
ReplyDeleteI'm with you! That fog scares the heck out of me!
ReplyDeleteAnd that is why I don't go walking on dark, stormy nights! *shiver*
ReplyDeleteoh that's lovely, so atmospheric!
ReplyDeleteThat is really creepy! And I LIKE spiders . . . <:O
ReplyDeleteFor some reason it reminds me of the pet spider belonging to Gobby Gruesome of Flintstones fame.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE spiders, but hey, gotta give one that size some RESPECT.
ReplyDeleteAll joys,
Sharon Lovejoy Writes from Sunflower House and a Little Green Island
Love it!
ReplyDeletespiders don't like the rain. Case in the point the itsy bitsy spider
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