Written for the Spook Me challenge. I chose the Grim Reaper and the prompt picture that inspired this is
hereThe great maw chittered horribly, the moist tendrils that fringed the toothed gullet writhing with anticipation. Lost souls, bleached bone-white in the endless searing light of that place, shuffled forward towards the gaping hole. It whispered to them as they came, blandishments and calumnies, dark fears and horrid truths no man should know.
Mayor Chisel stood on the shattered wooden floor above it, surrounded by Garbagemen in hi-vis jackets and hard hats. The Garbagemen's faces were impassive, for they had no spirit for the Maw to twist and tear.
The Mayor spat into the hole.
"Seal it up," he said.
( Read the rest of the Trusted Associates verse here )