Dougal accidentally found himself in the abandoned factory at the end of Grackle Lane, which stood silent beneath a cloudy sky, its broken windows glowing with strange orange light from lamps that should have died years ago. Rusted machines filled the empty halls, and every gust of wind made the metal walls groan like they were breathing. A lone flock of birds circled the roof, their shadows flickering across the walls.

Inside the orange lights stretched endlessly down the corridors, making the factory feel much larger than it could possibly be. The birds suddenly flew through the shattered windows, filling the darkness with frantic wings before disappearing into the night. Then everything went still again, leaving only the humming lights and the feeling that someone, or something, was watching.

“Not this again.” Dougal thought to himself. This was the third time this had happened. It must mean something, but he couldn’t come up with a single connection as why THIS place, at night, with the birds and this mysterious watchful presence.

PRODUCT INFORMATION: Beneath the wicked moonlight, an artist doth conjure her wares and wards. A bewitchèd Halloween trinket, wrought to grace thy walls this haunted season, in coloured pencil and gouache upon wood. Each curious piece is sealed beneath a protective varnish, yet is best kept indoors, lest the elements lay claim to its magic.

Comes with a twine hanging string and autumn leaf beads.