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...
He is a sneaky one...might want to watch out, one of the cats might be next! :D
ReplyDeleteLOL! After I posted this I laughed to think that only a haunter would write a note on a piece of white foam! :D
ReplyDeleteCheers!
If they come back with magnets, fine. If they come back with spiders, RUN!
ReplyDeleteMwhaaa hhaaa haaa-ack...ackk cough cough! ...Hrrrm gotta practice my evil genius laugh...
ReplyDeleteAnyways I think kidnapped might have been a strong word... let's think of it more as an involuntary rejuvenation spa visit. They are doing juuuuuuuust fine. They are getting 3 square meals a day... bonemeals that is..... Mwhaaa ha ha ha haaaaaaaa....
Well then, they are nearly ready for their return one last item to complete and they will be return on bony wing.
-the skelingo napper.