Sorry for the hiatus, folks! Life, work and other creative pursuits have taken time and energy away from keeping up with art posts. But I am gonna peek back in with this excellent two-part Halloween YCH by
It definitely had been one of the cooler Halloween parties Faye the ferret and her raccoon boyfriend Rutger had been through. Their mutual friend, Jude Haddock, had arranged for a big empty mansion that had yet to be renovate through her father’s real estate company to organise a big bash in. “It has stood empty for decades now…” Jude has explained with all the necessary theatrics of a ghost story. “…ever since the last occupants disappeared . Rumour has it, this house was used by an all-female sex-cult, whose otherworldly masters claimed them after their last ritual…”
“Alright, alright, Jude. Is this supposed to be a sexy or scary story? I have heard some tall tales as a reporter but this one takes the cake!” Faye laughed, to which she got an amused shrug from her rabbit friend. “Why not both?” She grinned. “You know what, fair enough!” The ferret replied, starting to scan the room for her boyfriend. “Speaking of disappearing without a trace, Rutger said he was going to the bathroom, but it’s been nearly half an hour now. I’d better go fetch that dork from wherever he wandered off to. You’d think we’ve watched enough movies together to know better…”
Faye’s search soon led her upstairs, figuring her partner had gotten a bit overstimulated from the party and had sought some peace and quiet in one of the old bedrooms. A quick flash of greenish light at the end of the corridor caught the reporters attention. “Rutger? Honey, are you building your own private party up here~? And you didn’t even invite me to come have f-uhhmmph!?”
Before she could even touch the door, flashes of ghostly green swarmed the mustelid and within the blink of an eye, slender spectral hands had bound her in wraps of tape, gagged her with old scarves stuffed into and tied over her mouth. The creaking of the tape and the old wooden floor, or the mumbling of Faye’s quickly quietening cries for help might’ve attracted someone’s attention, but as things were they got drowned out by the music of the partygoers downstairs. The ghostly, feminine hands caressed their capture affectionately, before dragging her off into one of the rooms, away from prying eyes…
