We were dumb in those days. Unnecessarily brave. We sought out danger; we thought it couldn't harm us. We looked for evil, justifying it to ourselves by calling it excitement, a cheap thrill.
We'd done our rounds to the local haunts -- Hissom Memorial Center, an abandoned asylum for the mentally handicapped; Rolling Oaks, a well-manicured cemetery with an over-abundance of shadow people; Sparky's Graveyard, the final resting place of an Indian caretaker, beheaded by the metal roofing of his shed during a storm; old Highway 97, where a young man was struck by a car on a rainy night, and his ghost still tries to make the trek home each time
Current Residence: Oz Operating System: XP Skin of choice: My own Favourite cartoon character: Johnny Bravo Personal Quote: "Call me kind again and I'll shoot you"
Favourite Movies
The Labyrinth, Practical Magic, The White Oleander, Girl Interrupted
ahh thank you for the comments... you're the only one ;.;. i spent ages drawing that drawing. i like the mouses. the skunk is actually a badger but the colouring is wrong so i guess it's a backwards badger.