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I Hope I Look Like Death

By Desiree68 @pullyoursocksup
Only 137 years have passed since this lost luggage porter attempted to reunite Mrs Dingle's hatbox with its owner.
Instead, the sorry porter lost her footing on the slippery top step of the 3.17 leaving Park Road station and lost her head when the 3.15 express to Roma Street hurtled by.
I Hope I Look Like Death The sorry porter still wears her uniform cap, cape, boots and gloves.
After all there are dress standards to uphold.
Or the underworld will go mad.
I Hope I Look Like Death She's stuck with that blasted hatbox for eternity.
I Hope I Look Like Death
I Hope I Look Like Death Fortunately the unnamed and long-forgotten porter has two young friends who visit her as she paces up and down the lonely platform.
They came out to play tonight.
The girl Wednesday had tired of her all-black ensemble and adopted a stray pair of pink sneakers.
I Hope I Look Like Death She likes to scare the porter into fetching and carrying for her ... which is the porter's lot in death of course.
If you squint, sometimes you see blurry versions of them.
I Hope I Look Like Death
I Hope I Look Like Death
I Hope I Look Like Death The young sorcerer's apprentice is also lost, but the porter can do nothing to help reunite him with his master.
Just fetch and carry for the undead boy.
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I Hope I Look Like Death
I Hope I Look Like Death The trio prepared to join their fellow lost and undead souls.
Despite the torrential rain on young Wednesday, she lost her deathly pallor and her rosy cheeks made an appearance.
She only smiles when the weather turns foul.
I Hope I Look Like Death She bumped into a witchy friend and they managed a smile, which means they were thrilled to see one another.
The strange trio of Wednesday, the sorcerer's apprentice and the porter were invited to lead a magnificent parade of the undead at dusk.
The wee lassie threw lollipops at the sorry souls of children who lined the streets, their eyes huge as skull holes.
I Hope I Look Like Death
I Hope I Look Like Death
I Hope I Look Like Death Thousands of spectators turned out to ogle at strange specimens such this beautiful rotting wench.
I Hope I Look Like Death Slender Man was everywhere, the one at far left stayed perfectly still, watching, watching, watching.
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I Hope I Look Like Death It got dark quickly, which only excited the creatures even more into action.
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I Hope I Look Like Death When darkness fell, vintage hearses and cars rammed with corpses wowed the crowds, who thrilled at the chance to go all-out and impress.
Slasher nurses and orderlies, plus thoroughly demented doctors were de riguer, while the giant Rubik's cube amused and fire breathing, bloomered, carni-gal stilt walkers amazed.
Welcome to Halloween.
Check out more spooky goodness in Lakota's special Halloween link-up.
Desiree xo

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