New Horror Tonight!

Saturdays are a good night for Horror updates, no? Meet Skrigby Specklerulf, the latest Horror to terrorize the inhabitants of the Enchanted Cottage!

Here's the tale of Skrigby Specklerulf: One night at the enchanted cottage, there was a terrible storm going on. The wind howled, thunder shook the house and lightning lit up the shadows outside in a horrifying way. The Beast Peddler and Hagatha lit lanterns and candles and gathered all the beasts around them on the living room floor. They told stories and reminisced about how great the Hallow-Birthday-Ween party was. In a lull in the conversation, they all heard a shrill cry. The Beast Peddler looked out the window. "That came from outside," she said. The beasts looked around nervously. Then the noise came again. It was louder this time, more of a cat-like cry. Mootjoot leapt to the Beast Peddler's shoulder, looking out at the storm. "It sounds like a kitten!" she cried. A chorus of "oh no!" sounded from the beasts. Hagatha's brow furrowed, and she shook her head. Ozymandias glanced at Hagatha for a second, then himself spoke. "It's a Horror," he said calmly. That provoked an even more panicked reply from the others. "I'll check it out," he continued. Hagatha looked upon him and nodded. As Ozymandias stepped out of the cottage, all the beasts looked nervously from old Hagatha to the window while huddling closer together. Outside, Ozymandias stepped bravely forward. He was only visible as a shape that was less dark than the surrounding night. His long, curved black horn that grew from the back of his head was virtually invisible. In a lightning flash, a long, black tail flickered from underneath a shrub. Another pathetic meow was heard, but this one was more drawn-out. As Ozymandias closed the gap between him and the shrub, the cry sounded again. This time however, whatever was making the noise didn't care about making him think it was a distressed kitten. It started as a meow and rose to a horrible roar, ending in a shrill shriek. As the cry rose a banshee-like keening, a white creature pounced from the shrub. It was incredibly fast, and came out from the shrub with two white fangs gleaming in the light from the lightning strike. The others, watching from inside, all cried out at once. The Beast Peddler's hand flew to her heart. In one fluid move, however, Ozymandias dipped his body to the side. The pale Horror's attack was interrupted as it impacted with something harder than the soft neck of his next dinner. Then Ozymandias dug his front feet into the earth and flung the creature off of his curved horn. The Horror's body struck a nearby tree. For a moment, it lay still. Then it jumped up on all fours, arching its back and hissing like an angry tomcat. It turned, scrambled up the tree, and was gone. It hasn't been seen since, but every once in a while they hear a cry in the trees that sounds like a lost kitten... You can see more pictures of him in the shop, here! Keep it creepy! xx The Beast Peddler