By Tom Merriman
Monique always welcomed the whispered words from her Familiar, although the voice never sounded as though it was from her cat or within her head… more so over her left shoulder. But whenever she looked around, there was no body there. Keep waiting… the whispers told her… it’s nearly here.
One two three
The ravens gather
Four five six
Do numbers matter?
Seven eight
Circling high
Nine ten
I wonder why…
The Hallowe’en Spirits are a gathering!
Can you see the Skeletal Spirit towards the upper right of the above photo? Or the Shrunken Head Spirit in the bottom right? Maybe you can see the Carved Tree Spirit on the tree on the left. Or perhaps you can see a different Tree Spirit entirely.
Please let me know what you can see… and I will reply to all comments very shortly!
ATC-sized scribbling of a night-time scene. It wasn’t meant to be Hallowe’en, but it fits. There are misplaced shadows everywhere… and one must always be wary of a misplaced shadow…
The phantom didn’t like images.
The phantom had a way of spiriting them away. Subtly, of course.
