The HARVESTER OF DAYS lives beneath a carpet of black and under swirls of a night lonely. His castle is made of twisted limbs of rotted trees and…rotted children. He has tunnels leading to every house and every room. Even yours.
Charlie knows this. He's got the Harvester's claw to prove it... and a gun.
Dare he look beneath the bed? Dare you?
He's Waiting for You...