There are hushed aspects to our calm social order that somehow remain in the dark. Aspects and secrets hardly known to those going about their lives in an ignorant and forward fashion. It is not every one that can continue to tell the dark tales of the passed...some forget and some keep it to themselves..This is a breach of a collective pact that i tell you now, the secret of the vinegar drenched witch totems that have been plaguing the children of our world from Villages of yore to towns of the present! This madness of sacrificial children being offered must end, even if I am to die from sharing this arcane knowledge! The foul Pickle totems must be destroyed and halted from passing on once and for all! For once a child has the pickle baby in its hand, it is condemned as a target for its dark magic until they pass from this earth..If a child is to part with the totem or its necklace sigil is taken from off its neck, the horror of the Pickle baby is truly known! Its body grows and becomes whole. The twisting hungry being that has feasted viciously upon the flesh of so many young makes itself known! How many more generations must this endure? At what cost? This curse must end and It can..I have collected all 8 of the pickle babies from around the world and have carefully bagged them and sealed them from touching the flesh of any other being. I now need volunteers to take this burden on and to protect the children of this world from ever touching them again! Do not open these and Do not remove the dark Sigil from off their neck! Or else!! remember this poem that the children sang so many years ago as the tale was passed in hushed whispers from child to child!
The village mourns the birth once more, an earthly thing that writhes
From where it came, the dark and dirt, the water, a blood to thrive
The season dark, the sun now sets, the root comes into sour
Vinegar, heat, the cauldron speaks, a witch can claim its power
The evening sets, the leaves now wet, and as the parents call...
The children play, they find the dolls, we hear their voices fall...
" Don't remove it's leash or the pickles feast on we, the baby grows from small to big and takes us one or three. So keep the sigil, keep the sign, it keeps the beasts away, for if it falls from off its neck, it kills us all today!''
Cursed toys available Friday September 11th at noon
bagged and header, painted with V color
Do Not remove the necklace!