The first thing that people noticed about me was not my bald cranium, skeletal frame or maniacal smile. No, it was my nose that commanded attention. My master said "Rudolph, pay them no mind" but it stung when my brethren called me Rudolph The Big Nose Demon and it hurt to always be passed over for assignments.
Then one foggy Halloween night my master received devastating news. His best Halloween fright crew had been sidetracked by a group of paranormal investigators. Left short handed, he approached me sheepishly with fork in hand and asked if I would be willing to work on short notice. At last I would have an opportunity to prove myself!
I sharpened my tooth, shined my head and hid behind a tombstone in an old cemetery, awaiting my prey. Time passed quietly and I was beginning to fear that I'd made a terrible mistake in choosing that location. I desperately did not want to fail my first time out. Then I heard the sound of feet shuffling through dry leaves and a beam from a flashlight laid a path that led to my tombstone. Two whispering boys drew near and remembering all that I'd been taught I sprang from from my hiding place, my claws bared as my hideous shriek echoed throughout the graveyard. The boys at first seemed frozen in their tracks and then the shorter one pointed and accused "You've got a humongous nose!" This caused the other child to giggle and soon they were both laughing uproariously as though this was all just a knee slapping joke. Kids can be so cruel.


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