Please send help.
You've seen it before
I am sorry about that.
I'd like to say that it started out innocently enough, but was it ever really innocent? Seems like my kids have been pining for fake blood since the day they first learned of its existence.
I've got to hand it to them, it gets more creative every year. Those sewing classes at school are really paying off!
So shelter your children, batten down your proverbial hatches, it's time for Creeptown!
|Hey, that's not so bad! This guy looks almost friendly!|
|But these poor bastards have seen better days.|
|Oh. Oh, dear.|
It's disturbing, sure. But in the light of day, it's nothing one can't chalk up to preadolescent dementia. Right?
The real fear factor begins when one approaches our house under cover of night.
|Yes. Yes those ARE orange lights hanging around the eaves of my house. And YES, an adult was involved in this part of the project. Hint: It was not me.|
|I'm really sorry, formerly innocent neighborhood children.|