Sly slithered up onto the rickety porch, admiring his construction, even if it was a complete wreck. He wondered about the owner, who in their right mind would order such a ghastly house? ‘Swishhhh’, a dark silhouette stepped out of Sly’s shadow. “How spectacular. A perfect job not a gargoyle out of place,” exclaimed the shadow. Sly whipped around. Standing in front of him was a devilishly ugly creature – wiry black hairs sparsely covering sickly white skin; spindly long spider-like fingers; and massive, bulbous eyes with huge dark pupils and a stare that seemed to pierce straight through him.