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[johnbranhamart]

Night of the creeps comic page. #nightofthecreeps #thrillme #cartoon #comic #yourdatesarehere #theyredead

[weekendwarriorartlife]

Oldie... It all starts somewhere..."You're Boyfriend's Back...And He's Dead" Acrylic on 8x10 Canvas Panel. Based on the 1986 horror classic 📼Night Of The Creeps📼 directed by #freddekker w/ the awesome cast @1lively1 ,the Gorgeous @jllwhitlow #stevemarshall #allankayser as The Bradster and the man of action #tomatkins #nightofthecreeps #1986 #freddekker #jasonlively #stevemarshall #jillwhitlow #instagram #horrorartwork #horrorartist #originalart #original #originalartwork #horrorartcommunity #horrorart #theyredead #creeps #bradster #detectivecameron #thrillme #Repost @weekendwarriorartlife with @insta.save.repost • • •

[weekendwarriorartlife]

...CREEP! with me, as I roll... #nightofthecreeps #wip #workinprogress #tomatkins #gotgoodnewsandbadnews #theyredead #creeps #Repost @weekendwarriorartlife with @insta.save.repost • • •

[weekendwarriorartlife]

...Bradster! #nightofthecreeps #wip #workinprogress #tomatkins #gotgoodnewsandbadnews #theyredead #creeps #bradster #Repost @weekendwarriorartlife with @insta.save.repost • • •

[weekendwarriorartlife]

...Bradster! #nightofthecreeps #wip #workinprogress #tomatkins #gotgoodnewsandbadnews #theyredead #creeps #bradster (at Weekend Warrior ArtLife)

[weekendwarriorartlife]

...CREEP! with me, as I roll... #nightofthecreeps #wip #workinprogress #tomatkins #gotgoodnewsandbadnews #theyredead #creeps (at Weekend Warrior ArtLife)

[littlemissmckinnon-archive]

they're dead. / marlene + rodolphus (flashblack)

It wasn't like she was ready for this, because no one was ready to learn their parents were dead, let alone to know why they were dead. To know who had killed them and know that there was nothing that you could do about it. She had held it in, perhaps it was because Marcus and Martin has already cried enough for her for the night it wasn't until the youngest McKinnon was asleep on the couch and the three eldest were sitting around the table that Marlene began to feel it. The weight of everything was on her shoulders finally and the lump was in her throat was causing her speech to come out less and less audible. "I--I have to go." She coughed, as soon as she stood Marcel was as well, expecting what was coming next but Marlene didn't let it happen as she moved out the door ignoring the protests from both of her older brothers, the hardest being the strained noises that feel from Marcel's. Marlene took no time in getting down the road, passed the Potter's home and out on to the street. Her movements were too familiar as she moved knowing full well where she was going even if it didn't seem to be her brightest move.  The house was a few streets from her own home as she cut down, three houses down on the left. The Lestrange mansion was one of the largest on the streets as she crept onto the lawn towards the back yard, hoping that Rod was still in the same room that she had gotten used to sneaking into. And hopefully that his wife wasn't home. "Move Marls." She hissed at herself climbing up the wall to the second floor, pushing the corridor window and sure enough it was unlocked. It seemed that things hadn't changed. She crept knowing that if she wasn't quiet enough that she would wake up someone else. "Rod?" The words barely audible to her own ears as she moved from the corridor and to his bedroom door. Opening it quietly and quickly sliding in the room, hoping that no one else had saw her, she could only imagine how rusty she was given that it had been quite a few years since the last time she had done this.