Something fibreglass this way comes...

In the dark corners of a hardly used room of the Catholic school somewhere in central Indiana they'd lain hidden... Waiting...

Silently clicking off the days, the hours until they could make ready their escape.

The powers that kept them considered them quiescent and insert. Their potential forever unlocked, forever unrealized. Those beings were wrong...

For the waiting ones were patient. They know that the day would come. And on that day, some gentle soul would lift them up from their shared casket, from the musty darkness and into the light. That day, was today...

I recieved word this morning that the principal of my kids school had gotten clearance to give me these mannequins that had been lying around there for years. Woot!