The Scrotal Babies live in a pram made of twigs and leaves constructed by pixies. They coalesce through soil and trees in peoples back gardens during the night and cry out like human babies to lure concerned folk from their homes as to inspect the ramshackle construct, thoughts of saviour-making and calling the authorities; only for the Scrotal Babies to lash out, feeding on their eyes (yes, yes, they like eyes) and dragging them blind into the faerie realm to be slaves for their master and weird mother, Earwig Sal. Time moves in reverse and far quicker in the faerie realm, so when theyre too old to be useful, the victims are spat out, blind, old and sometime in the dark ages, where they are seen as devil folk in their strange futuristic garb and quite often burned alive. Beware the Scrotal Babies.
Posted on: Tue, 03 Dec 2013 19:29:46 +0000