Welcome to the Midnight Society, Erica!
We are extremely lucky to have nine amazing members.
Faith, Kira, Kathy, Kim, Amy, Timon, Brian, and Jenna are all so fantastic. So naturally, we couldn’t help ourselves when we were having a party this last Saturday night and someone broke out the Ouija board.
That’s how we met Erica. We were a little skeptical of the contact until we asked her to reveal herself and well, let’s just say that she proved her otherwordliness well enough.
We think you’ll love her. Really.
Just try and ignore the black eyes.
Welcome to the Midnight Society Erica!
Miss Erica Davis, aged 6 years, two months, and three weeks, vanished while lining up for a field trip to the planetarium.
Erica is predeceased by eighteen goldfish, Mother’s favorite lamp—for which she was “very sorry”, stubby bits of crayon, her left pigtail, and a gym bag full of Pop-Tarts (unfrosted strawberry).
Erica firmly believed that obituaries were read by people who had neither Mad Libs nor lives.
In lieu of flowers, condolences in the form of unmarked nine-dollar gift cards to Blockbuster, a tank of propane, or Lunchables (ham only) may be left at the hollowed out tree trunk at the edge of the woods.
Erica has already written one post, a frightful poem ode to Robert Frost. We hope that there’s more carnage where that came from…
Welcome to the team Erica.
We love you more than death itself.
Kissed by Ink
She kinda fits in with us, huh? So glad Erica decided to join us!!
The Davis Girl
Thank you guys so much. I feel like that girl in IT. When the sink’s covered in blood.