Terrifying Hand-Knitted Clown Balaclava

knitted clown mask
This Terrifying Clown Balaclava is some pretty intense knitting. Yo, quit clowning around and take that thing off. I don’t like the way you’re staring at me. Well, say something! Don’t just stand there staring at me and looking all menacing and stuff. I was having a nice relaxing, clown-free day until all this. Uh. What’s with that knife? I’m assuming you are just playing some real life Fruit Ninja, but since I don’t see any other fruit, this lemon is out of here. If you prefer to put on your clown face by using good old fashioned makeup rather than donning a Clown Balaclava, check out this cool Killer Clown Makeup Brush Holder. Because you shouldn’t clown around with your clown face. You have to take that seriously if you’re in the clown game. Your face is your money shot. wait- I mean… Nevermind.

Click through for a bonus pic in which Stephen King endorses this mask. And finds Waldo! A very cute Waldo. I think she is the knitter. Also, I just learned that knitting is not the act of removing nits from some dirty kid’s hair. Or at least it’s not only that. Who knew? You learn something new every day.
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Walking Dead Daryl Dixon Zombie Ear Necklace

dixon ear necklace
We’ve featured netherworldoddities work before and now we are really getting an ear-full with this Walking Dead Daryl Dixon Zombie Ear Necklace. You can see a bunch of her other scary stuff in the background. Daryl sure likes to collect ears. Maybe he’s making an ear-wax candle. That would explain it. Maybe he’s just eerie! This fun piece of jewelry reminds me of The Who’s rock opera “Zombie”.

Zombie can you ear me?
Can you feel me near you?

That’s “Tommy” you idiot!

No it’s not! Oh wait! You’re right. I really should clean this record and finally make the jump to that new CD technology. It’s not even vinyl, it’s so dusty it’s more like felt. I didn’t even notice after the needle grew a Gandolf beard that it likes to drag around the grooves. Also, the song “Foosball Wizard” never did sound right. You live you learn.

Necronomicon Book of the Dead Necklace

necronomicon book locket
Etsy seller Paintit13lack likes to make mini necronomicon necklaces. Some are even lockets that open up to reveal images from Army of Darkness. You know the old saying: Don’t go to Comic Con without your necronomicon.

The book is said to contain an account of the ancient ones, their history, and the means for summoning them. It’s basically an old fashioned telephone book for monsters. Let your tentacles do the walking! Why the grim face? Well, it is a grimoire. Fun fact: They call it the book of the dead because of poor sales.

Lounging Skeleton In Casket Desk Organizer

lounging skeleton desk organizer
This Lounging Skeleton In Casket Desk Organizer is not going to rest in peace. Ever. Not after you bury him under all of your paperclips, pens and whatever else you pencil pushers use. Me? I don’t need a desk organizer. I have the old timey typewriter method of working. I type for a while, then when an old timey typewriter would need it’s paper changed like an infant needing a new diaper(Wah! Wah! I am old technology! Change me and powder my bottom!) I swipe everything off my desk to the left and repeat. It makes for a very tidy desk. And a mountain of crap to the left of it.

It’s cool. It’s mostly Kit-Kat wrappers and the insects that love them.

I’m out! Gonna go lounge like a skeleton. I better not wake up buried in paperclips you guys!

Bone Parasol: It’s Raining Skulls And Bones

bone parasol
If the weather is calling for a Goth downpour of epic proportions, this Bone Parasol has you covered. It has a casting of a hawk skull at its tip and a casting of a rabbit skull on the handle. Not enough? There are also eight quail skulls dangling from the spokes.

The woman in these images looks beautiful and dangerous. It’s true. I want to approach her, but I’m too shy. Anyway, that’s beside the point. She’s not exactly dressed for going out in the rain and she’s going to catch her death of cold.

That’s my in. As she stands there shivering in the rain, bones swaying in the wind like a demented set of wind chimes, drippy makeup making her look all extra sad, I’ll drop by like the hero I am and offer her my jacket.*end dream sequence*

Nah. It’s too damn cold for that. She should have spent her money on a nice warm jacket first and THEN saved up for a creeptastic bone parasol. That’s like responsibility 101. Some lessons are best learned hard my dear. Perhaps we will meet again one day. I’ll roll the skull dice.
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