In every story and every nightmare...he was the monster.
Every shifting shadow, every creaking floorboard, every knock, thump or thud...it was him.
But then humanity grew too old for stories of fictitious gods and and too wise for fairy tale creatures. Once feared as a demon and an agent of darkness and unspeakable evil, now, they see the Grimataur for what he really is. Just another creature, a being of flesh and blood like any other. A menace to society and a pest to be driven away.
But that doesn't stop him from dropping by every once in a little while...
Here's my entry for Draw With Jazza's October 2015 Challenge of the month!