The pale man Illus. Eric Lindsey
I am a chef. I have seen nearly three centuries because I have learned to cook cuisine of formidable sorcery. My orchard yields only weeds. You can look. I fetch a pailful to the scullery, warp creeping jenny, pokeweed and hemlock into aromatic strawberry crepes. It takes me weeks of precise handiwork, metamorphosing moss to muscat grapes— and all the while I am madly hungry. Springtime to springtime. That’s the time it takes to set the banquet, set the trap, then rest my eyes, side by side, on the pewter plate. There’s nothing then but to wait, unconscious, until, at last, some door admits a crook. More than anything, I love having guests. I count the skulls, the times I’ve been so blessed. . Eric Lindsey If you'd like to watch the Pale Man clip from the movie "Pan's Lab yrin th," brace yourself for some serious creepy .