The Shadow Man
Four minutes in and I knew I had made a colossal mistake.
The eye sockets of the deceased around the witching hour blinked with a sight of fright at the sound of my new found hound configuration.
Then realizing there was nothing to fear, the skulls had shifted their mandibles, and soon I heard them burst into laughter at my attempt at magick.
I turned and looked away from them...and hopped on my golden broomstick, flying away from the mass of churlish pushed up daisies.
As I left that ancient elvene burial ground, there were whispers among the skulls later past the witching hour of an awakening of something that had been left undisturbed for many eons, and now it had been awakened and was ready to scour the earth for witches once again.
#TheShadowMan (c) Octobre 18, 2022