Cat, Bat, Skull
Nobody’s going to fall out of their chairs when they hear that, with the possible exception of my Birthday Month(tm), Halloween is my favorite holiday ever.
The best part, of course, is the ritual sugar coma. But right behind that is letting all of my old friends out of the attic to roam free around the house. Allow me to introduce…
These are the only guys I trust to oversee the army of severed hands, hairy spiders, and assorted spooky bits that will eventually take over the house. They’re smart, good-looking, and dare I say it, my boon companions in this time of shambling horrors and thieving, candy-snatching children.
Yes, I know what you’re thinking. You are
twelve years old one lucky guy.
Don’t I know it.