Mr. Dark

Month of Fear Art Challenge: Villains
Ray Bradbury
Something Wicked This Way Comes

“We are the hungry ones. Your torments call us like dogs in the night. And we do feed, and feed well.
We butter our plain bread with delicious pain. Funerals, bad marriages, lost loves, lonely beds. That is our diet. We suck that misery and find it sweet. We search for more always.
We can smell young boys ulcerating to be men a thousand miles off. And hear a middle-aged fool like yourself groaning with midnight despairs from halfway around the world.”