PSL: What's This?

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I'LL PUT A COOL PICTURE HERE LATER.

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Unspookable

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The jack-o-lantern sun hung fat and red in the afternoon sky, casting long shadows across the twisting wastes that surrounded the town. It sat atop a great hill like a broken crown and murmured as the lights within came on one by one.

Jack was in his study quietly pouring over a thick stack of tomes he'd borrowed from the Outside World--all fiction. It paid to keep his nose in things. While some things about human nature never changed (the first stinking ape that stood on two legs and stared into the blackness at the edge of its firelight and the hottest up-and-coming horror author both saw the same things in their nightmares) people were always coming up with something.

There came a frantic knocking at the front door. Jack recognized the pattern and groaned inwardly. The Mayor--a dear friend but some days Jack sorely wished he'd be a little more independent. Zero didn't even lift his head from his basket as Jack made his way downstairs and answered. What he found was not what he expected.




The Behemoth was chopping wood at the edge of the forest. A summer storm had wrecked his murder cabin and he needed to build a new one. He hacked away at a grand old cedar as a bird pecked at his exposed brains. It suddenly flew a way and with rolling eyes, the Behemoth turned and peered curiously into the timber.

"Uuuuuuuhhhhhh....?" he puzzled to himself.