"I heard one of the children gasp. I looked up from my candy dish and saw a young boy in a Dracula costume at the end of the walkway. It looked like he had fallen or something. His cape was torn and his pants leg was shredded and he seemed to be favoring one foot as he walked. 
Blocked energy only builds. Emotions escape the vessel as billowing clouds of steam. The body melts and transforms under these stresses. Soon, the changes will be irrevocable.
More shambling, but this time in the form of a disturbing automaton. This started out as a figure study for something else and turned into this creepy little slime guy. Slime always makes everything worse.
With this week's creature, we're taking a brief respite from the Zombie outbreak and paying homage to the Halloween paraphernalia from the early twentieth century. I've always enjoyed the rustic feel of those old Halloween decorations
and cards. They seem so odd to me. I am fascinated by the jigsaw logic of putting a Jack-o-lantern head on a ghost body. Fun stuff!
