Out into the Grinds the Inners went
To join the annual gatherment
Of creatures featured in stories told
Both modern and from times of old
They joined the likes of Warlock Seers
Magicians, Wraiths and other fear-
Some creatures for one party night
Filled with fun and lots of frights
Spooky music whispers by
Sirens wail from way up high
Witches cackle and cast their spells
With high jinx provided by lots of elves
My Inner Zombie, Bogeyman, Creation, Woman (Thomasina) and Typist (Fingers / Fangers) all left the confines of my mind earlier this month, just for this very night (well, last night). A strange gathering takes place annually out in the Grinds, with just about every creature in existence in attendance… far too many to mention, but including vampires, skeletons, ogres, mermaids, dragons plus those mentioned above and many, many others.
My Inner Typist was the biggest surprise as he doesn’t have a ‘physical’ body as such, just a few (not so) nimble fingers… Io==Oi, I herad that… and I was expecting him to be there as a couple of ‘Thing’-like creatures (out of the Addam’s Family) but no, he instead put a sheet over his invisible body and went as a ghost. Apparently, he looked quite the part as normally a floating sheet would require a certain amount of special effects to pull it off (the look, that is, not the sheet), but he just wore the sheet with a couple of eye-holes for good measure.
As usual, the Gathering abruptly ended at midnight. The attendees flew, buried, cackled, faded, dissolved, exploded, ran, popped, or walked away as one. The Grinds were completely clear at 12:05am. No mess. No fuss. They’re very thoughtful, these monsters.
My Inners are all back inside now. I was tempted to keep them out there on Halloween, but thought better of it. They’ve been out there for a month anyway.
Hopefully, they’ll lie low for a while now, and allow me to do some proper blogging.
Tomorrow is Halloween. I have a spooky tale lined up for this year’s extravaganza, starting at 7pm UK time, and then continuing throughout the evening on the hour, every hour, up until midnight. The tale also features a familiar name… I hope you can pop by, if you get the chance!
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