Bigface Bare Bones

Why, if it isn't Li'l Jimmy Bigface, only without he ain't got no skin on him. Now where on Heck's Green Earth do you think he woulda left alla that skin 'n' muscles and whatnot what usually goes to makin' up a body's body? I ast him, only he said what how it din't even matter none, as he was done in on all that jazz-around, gonna be livin' his life a dead 'un all from here on out of it. Gonna romp in the deep a the night wit' the others a that sort, devils in diapers, ghostly friends, 'n' all that all.

Me, I'm just gonner lay back and enjoy my unearned riches.

Skelprise!

Ha! This far into November, you thought you were safe at last from skellertons! So not so! This one has clearly snucken on up in back of you, with malice of intent! To scare!

So scared, you are!

A Day for the Dead

I'm not Mexican, nor ever have been, but that's no reason why I can't celebrate November 1st with a funky skellerton. Like this guy.

The Season of the Ghost!

Happy Hallowe'en, all y'all! Here's a bunch a ghosts 'n' the like! Boo, eh?

Now go on out there and get scared!

Quentin - rough draft

When he was just 4 years old, Quentin here got himself a spiffy spider mask to wear for Hallowe'en. He loved it so, and it earned him a heaping bag of candy. So, when the next year rolled by, he wore it again, and once more received a bag full to bursting. And year after year, Qentin wore that same mask, again and again, and again, until finally it became his own face. And year after year, he slowly got less and less candy. And now, here he is, waiting for a bus somewhere, clutching a paper bag containing the last, few, precious dregs of his candy. Candy he can't even eat, for now his mouthparts are only capable of ingesting the fluids of insects and the occasional toad or small bird, animals which Quentin has little ability to catch.

And so he sits, and clutches his candy, and remembers bags overflowing with taffies and lollipops and rockets and jubes. He can no longer smile at the memories, or cry over the days long gone. But he remembers. And he sits. And he clutches.

And perhaps eats the occasional toad. Or small bird.

Grackle - rough draft

Beware the Grackle, a dreaded dweller of the night with the defleshed body of a human and the head of a grackle. Okay, so maybe a better name would be "The Grackleton", but it's already far too late. This thing's been around for years, I tell you. No use muttering about it's name. Anyhow, there's a horrible nasty thing about it's flute and a dance that I was going to warn you all about, but now I'm not going to tell you. You'll just have to chance it. Fine.

Hallowe'en Battle - Who Will Win?!?!?

Blade, the psychotic yet sympathetic killer puppet from the Puppet Master series of films?

Or this angry weirdo with his little bat pal?

You decide!