During afternoon tea there's a shift in the air.
A bone trembling chill that tells you she's there.
There are those who believe the whole town is cursed.
But the house in the marsh is by far the worst.
What she wants is unknown
But she always comes back
The specter of darkness
The Woman in Black
It's very unusal for my cat not to show up in the morning.
My guess, he's either deeply depressed or an icicle has snapped off the roof and impaled his brain.
He has this terrible habit of standing directly underneath them. And staring up at them. And I always say, "Joe, take two steps back and stare at the icicle from the side." And he's like, "no, I like the way they look from standing directly underneath them."
Red Robin! See my cat likes leave trophies of her victims on the front porch. Least I'm assuming it's the cat. Could be the mob. I may have a few outstanding debts. What does bird head translate in mob code?
