The Ghostmouse’s Story: a tiny tale of sinister skelemouse shivers

20 Aug

It is fair to say that small and fluffy parts of my soul went into the Web of Woe. Standing before it’s beast-trapped span of stitching and spiderness a mix of pride, horror and panic at leaving it behind washed over me.

We all suffer moments of graffiti knitting mourning, when the lamp post you adorned is bare once more, when the railing you wrapped is dull and knitless.

It is in these moments that you wonder why. You wonder why and you wonder where. Is Mothra living under a bridge spending his nights as a hobo’s pillow? Do the dust mites lurk beneath the bed of a burglar? Will the dragonfly become part of a passing light-fingered fisherman’s careful plans to catch the one-eyed pike that has always eluded him?

A dark wondering place blossoms in your heart.

And out of this dark and wondering place your horror takes form…

And a Ghostmouse is born.

Dunnn dunnn

He's alive I tell you!

My Ghostmouse was melancholy and sorrowful and sullen from being kept in a special chamber for the safety of society.

Quid pro quo, Clarice

Quid pro quo, Clarice

He liked his cheese bitter and blue. Yet he had such skinny ribs.

Heartless

Heartless

He never ever said a word. He simply stared and stared.

Oh god...I think he sees us...

Oh god...I think he sees us...

He was nothing like his brother, the grey mouse.

Evil twin

Evil twin

He took his place in the Memorial of Melancholy in small yet stony silence.

Ghostmouse memorialised

Ghostmouse memorialised

Who knows what he is pondering...

Who knows what he is pondering...

He is out there now. Somewhere in the city. Free to scuttle where his skelebones please.

The Ghostmouse doesn’t like you.

Steal him if you dare

A hard Ghostmouse stare

Steal him if you dare.

Please note: Deadly Knitshade is not legally responsible for any damages the Ghostmouse will cause resulting in financial troubles, mental or physical trauma or loss of life. This does not affect your statutory rights.

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9 Responses to “The Ghostmouse’s Story: a tiny tale of sinister skelemouse shivers”

  1. holyhandcrafter August 20, 2009 at 16:12 #

    Creeepy!! I like it 🙂

  2. jafabrit August 26, 2009 at 14:19 #

    oh what a wonderfully creepy little mouse, I would want to adopt him but he seems too much of a free spirit.

  3. jafabrit August 26, 2009 at 14:22 #

    ps. someone once stole my vampire bunny and I had a leaflet campaign all over town. Nobody thought it would work, but my Bunny was returned.
    http://jafagirlart.blogspot.com/2008/02/vampire-rabbit-of-newcastle.html

  4. Rosemary December 3, 2009 at 00:06 #

    That’s not a mouse that’s an ANT.

    • Deadly Knitshade December 3, 2009 at 00:25 #

      He’s a skelemouse! Not an ant. He likes spooky cheese. I asked him.

  5. cpeezers April 15, 2011 at 20:12 #

    I love Ghostmouse. Those little ribs are awesome!

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