Gargoyle Dog Suddenly Gets Scared

Gargoyle Dog with his sharp angry claws Hooded Skeleton sat on a throne of skele-raws. They had borrowed Grim Reaper’s murdering scythe. The better to kill trick-or-treaters and others with. Ebony raven flew past, terrified of this seasonal pair. Skeleton thrones made of HS’s brothers put evil in the air. His leering toothy grin encouraged a pronounced sense of horror. Graveyard was ominous tonight; a vampire would adore her. Hooded Skeleton sprouts heavy dark devil’s wings; terrible ghoul. Waiting in the dark for an unsuspecting, optimistic young fool. An idiot who will think it’s fun to tease the undead on Halloween night. If he has a thimble of sense he will quickly take a look and die of fright. Can I scare one if it walks by? Gargoyle Dog asks hopefully. Hell no, Hooded Skeleton replies. What are you – dope-fully? If one comes by, I’ll murder them slowly, take all the blame. Gargoyle Dog began sharpening his claws in case no one else came.