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Even as his insides reared up and his conscious mind threatened him with every weapon in its arsenal, Marco felt the invisible puppeteer pulling his marionette strings.
“What’s oo-ee ha?” Marco asked, the word feeling strange and mysterious in his mouth.
“It’s a board that lets you talk to the spirits of dead people.”
Smarties are second only to toothbrushes as the “treat” children hate to get most on Halloween. The Prime of Darkness’s love for Smarties bears out his claim that he is Hell spawn. Photo by DeathByBokeh
Marco took a moment to adjust his binoculars while he peered across the yard to where the Prime of Darkness stood, very still, staring up into a tree.
The Prime of Darkness looked down at his bare arms, his blue skin almost purply-black in the shade. “I don’t think I burn,” he said. “But maybe I should put some sunscreen on, too. Just in case.” Photo by Knitty Cent.