#wickedthings

When something goes “bump” in the night,

And the children in bed all shiver,

When something gives someone a fright,

And their strength begins to wither,

There’s something out there, in the dark,

That twists it’s bony hands,

And is waiting to tear your confidence apart,

Into tiny shredded strands.

You can’t be too careful, in the dark,

Where the wicked things do tend to play,

Because when you mess with their domain,

There’s not much more anyone can say.

You trespass upon their sacred place,

Where shadows coat the ground,

Where there is no hope for salvation,

And the wicked things creep all around.

They come in all shapes and sizes,

And every ugly shade of grey,

They come with teeth that rips and slices,

They do not come, however, to play.

In the dark they wait for you,

To make the mistake with your venture,

But once you do, they fall upon you,

And you are now an unfortunate creature.

People say do not fear the dark,

And it’s true the dark is only a cover,

But you should fear what is in the dark,

For it will surely pull you under.

@thompsonxxwitches

         👹☲ With himself bundled for the night and the shades placed on his eyes he locked up his shop and made his way toward the bar Itori ran. Today was something of an indulge day. His mind running over the job he had half finished, the material and design was coming together perfectly. The intricate details he had placed into it and the embellishments that he was going to place in the end would end up in a perfect harmony with how slightly unnerving it would end up being.

        As he passed through the darkened alleyways and the low ends of life without much of a problem. Most ghouls that were in the 4th ward knew of him he had the slight advantage of his usefulness and peace keeper. Hands placed in the pockets of his jacket the Ghoul didn’t bother with the noises and small please of ghouls and their prey. It was no concern of his as his eyes glanced to the alley then moved on to his next location.

       Hidden eyes from those with prying eyes themselves he glanced to see something that shouldn’t have been there. He stopped for a moment turning to face the thing that shouldn’t be before speaking. ❝I haven’t seen your face. How are you still alive in a place like this?❞