When we’ve all gone off to bed
  
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The soft electric glow of the 7-Up clock keeps utter blackness from swallowing the quiet shop. Spiders whisper back and forth, high in their corners, discussing the state of the hunt behind the scrap wood bin.
Fresh sawdust and drying paper mache perfume the air, circulated by the always present whir of the floor fan beside the workbench. It’s after hours at Snug Harbor, when all the humans have gone off to bed and other residents stretch and yawn, then shamble off to their respective haunts – behind this box, and around the corner of that doorway. The Skeleton Crew begins its shift. |
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I figured since Rot was busy working in his shop today, and because he’s said entirely too many nice things about me lately, I’d pick up some of the slack and offer this…
There isn’t a more sincere haunter on the face of the planet than Pumpkin Rot. If he planted a pumpkin patch, not only would the Great Pumpkin show up, but he’d offer the guy a job. Spend a little time (okay, a lot of time) reading his blog and tell me I’m wrong. If I could pick anyone in the world I could have as a nextdoor neighbor, it would be him. Okay, okay. Enough with the love-fest. Now back to work. |
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I like your zombie, it looks like your getting really good at making them.
Or…. I guess it would be a witch
Yip.
Couldn’t agree more with you about Rot. He was the one who introduced me to your site, and he has always been willing to offer me help. He only has the nicest things to say about my work or any of the other peoples work he features on his blog.