I’ve got a way of saying things other monsters misinterpret to mean that something bad is going to happen.
Coddle. ‘Tis the ultimate creepy comfort food.
I’ve a fair voice and can really wail when I want, oh and I dearly love the listening to and telling of stories.
Sure now I’m the kind of ghoul who’d rather be seen than heard, still I’m working hard not to fade into the background. I like sweaters, especially cardigans, and skirts in green.
When other monster try to mimic my accent. No, I don’t want a charm. I don’t care how lucky or frosted it is.