This place is at the end of the long, rocky lane that not many people venture down. It is said to be on some sort of vortex, because sometimes there is a house there, sometimes there is not. The Wilklows seem like a normal family, but when asked about their disappearing house they all just shrug and wink. We DO NOT know what that’s about and why they are so secretive, but we like to mind our own business when it comes to the Wilklows. All we know is that sometimes barrels of emerence whiskey, they kind that glows on it’s own, show up in the town square with their name printed on the side, free-of-charge. That spirit keeps the town’s magic alive.

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.

Picture hanger attached to the back.