By Nick Hoobin
I am Lamprey, The Living Lamp. I may not be as feared as Bigfoot or The Mothman, but I am a ferocious light source with an insatiable appetite for children. Loony, The Soul-Stealing Balloon from the carnival over yonder has nothing on me. Parents willingly hand her over to the young victims she eventually whisks away, while I have to work for my food. Down this hill lies a group of children who are laughing and hanging out. None have the slightest clue that I, Lamprey, will soon eat their lights out. Man, I need a new catch phrase. Regardless, those kids look so delicious situated against that conveniently ominous water tower. Wait, I recognize that structure. Crap, that means The Mansion is close by! I’m not messing with that. Those kids are doomed. Way above my pay grade, it’s lights out for me!