Large Fierce Mammal

“As to Human kind, Winter will bring challenges at the end of which the result will lie on a spectrum ranging from the greatest of joys to the gravest of sorrows, and in this it stands as no different from any other aspect of life but for bearing a greater degree of urgency and inexorable deadliness in the face of any vulnerability.” ~ A Long Winter’s Night — 2017 Edition: Day 1

All two parents and three bairns of the Family LFM attended a pre-Christmas event on the Lunenburg waterfront on an unusually cold late autumn night in early December of this year. While there, we met some clients who introduced a couple of their friends visiting from Florida — something we could guess from their bulbous layers of clothing and the fact that only their watering eyes were showing.

As we parted in a swirling cloud of good wishes, I offered the visiting couple the advice that feeling the cold was a good thing, because if either of them suddenly felt all warm and cozy, that happens just before you die of hypothermia. I like to believe their muffled utterances were expressions of thanks, for many are cold, but few are frozen.

Yesterday’s Long Winter’s Night was made from bittersweet ingredients born of life and death on the fringes of society. There but for the grace of dark circumstance, possibly self bestowed by bad choices, as it were.

Today’s has all of that, seasoned with some horrors I’ve previously documented here — a creepy doll, something that crawls in ways nothing that looks even remotely human is supposed to, with a dash of Wendigo.

I don’t believe I’m introducing any kind of spoiler by offering these words of advice prior to your viewing today’s feature, so here are a few.

1. If you’re attracted to an aperture or doorway by the sound of a heartbeat, leave the premises and, if you have the means, burn it down behind you.

2. If you’ve ignored step 1, and the aperture (or doorway) looks like the Asshole of Hell, or even resembles it, DO NOT stick any part of yourself in there.

3. If you’ve ignored steps 1 and 2, and find yourself in possession, or in the company, of anything that has been pulled, or emerged under its own steam, from the Asshole of Hell —

• DON’T eat it;
• DON’T fuck it; and
• For the sake of CHRIST, DON’T wipe your ass with it!

One last thing, taken from my years of exploring abandoned buildings, is to keep your weight on the edges of rooms and hallways so you don’t fall through the rotting or insect gnawed floor and get eaten.

Now enjoy Midnight Snack.