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...
You have to walk before you can run. From this little acorn a mighty oak grew.
ReplyDeleteOh my....is that a flood light in a pile that is supposed to be grave dirt?!??! I would NEVER let that happen now....I am so ashamed!
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Remember the beast in the shack idea? We must have been drinking.
ReplyDeleteThe Davis Graveyrad crew drinking?!?!?? That NEVER happens :D
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Oh I LOVE the Phil Dirt epitaph.
ReplyDeleteYour beginner stones still look better than mine after 4 years!
ReplyDeleteYeah....your beginner stuff puts the haunt I've been working on over the past several years to shame.
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