The Stuff of Nightmares . . .

. . . is lurking in the shadows.

It tentatively waves its long sensors in the air hoping to pick up the scent of an approaching human whilst repeatedly chanting to itself: "Fee, Fie, Foe, Fum . . .", but what it will do when one chances by, no one knows, as none have returned to tell the tale.


PS
Its alter ego will be found in the 'extras' (and tags).