I pull up the covers and cringe in fear.
From the deepest shadows there comes a sound.
Like something crawling along the ground.
Slithering, whispering, sighs, and moans
And the clattering sound of creaky old bones.
Deep in the closet, my worst nightmare
With grinning teeth and patchy hair.
Watching and waiting til the lights go out.
He's in there now, I have no doubt.
For this fun swap, you were to create the monster that lived in the closet that set you nerves on edge. This is "Old Bones". He is quite the scary fellow and I wouldn't want him rustling around among my shoes and clothes. He is created from polymer clay, bead bones and marble eyes. He sits on a painted wooden block, and is draped with tattered cheese cloth. This horror holds his own head, and I'm afraid he might want yours or mine.