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...
Looks delicious, yet scary too.
ReplyDeleteFunny I was in the mood for donuts. Now I am in the mood for those donuts!
ReplyDeleteIts never timed out right to tour the house at Halloween for their flashlight tours. Must remedy this some day. We both adore Winchester Mystery House.
ReplyDeleteThey have flashlight tours!!!?!?!?!
DeleteOMG - have to go someday!!
Cheers!
Too cool!
ReplyDeleteWow! And just when I thought donuts couldn't get any better... they go and slap an awesome skull onto them! :D
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