Late at night, when all the insomniacs have finally fallen asleep but the morning birds have yet to rise, a lound insistent knock on the door breaks the silence disturbing anyone- or anything for that matter that lives in the lerkim.
"HELLO-?! HEY MATE I CAN SEE LIGHT COMING THROUGH YOUR WINDOWS, COULD YOU HELP ME OUT?! MY CAR BROKE DOWN AND I CAN'T GET ANY CELL SERVICE HERE!"
"Just my luck... At least somebody lives here"
🎃 Somewhere far behind the crooked and cracked door of the mysterious Lerkim, a fearsome figure known by the locals as ‘the Boogeyman of Greenville’ grinds and grits his gnarly teeth with a disgruntled sound that expresses his less-than pleased mood to have a late trick-r-treater… let alone a noisy visitor.
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“What in the-?”
“A trick-r-treater THIS late? If this ain’t a joke, I’ll lose my damn mind! And I never had one t’ begin with!”
🎃 He sneered and seethed, with drool dribbling out from his teeth. Normally he’d assume a visit at such a late time would be from his grandson, but Teddy always just lets himself right on in like he owns the place, so… who is this stranger? He wonders…
🎃 The door scrapes across the floor boards to the patio of the wicked Boogeyman’s home, though it crawls and barely croaks, allowing him to peek his head out and see who it is.
“…Can I help ya? You’re lookin’ a little lost; I ain’t ever seen you ‘round here before. Are you friends with Teddy? Whadaya want??”
“You’re late you know… if you’re here for the s-s-s-sweets?”
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🎃 Most of the orphic man’s slouched frame is hidden away behind the cracked and creaky door, suggesting that maybe this fearsome man isn’t fearless himself, but he’s answered Punk’s boisterous knocks, and he’s not one to shut the door on potential fun.