Except, I can't really remember if it was dark. Or stormy. Or even nighttime, for that matter. But it works to set the mood.

So, anyway, it was possibly a dark, stormy night as I sat in my huge, dimly-lit castle that looks oddly like a rundown, tiny apartment with a leaky bathroom faucet. I was eating chocolate peanut butter cups and studying up on various lore and legends by watching an educational program on ancient monsters and how they would be received in modern times. The program was either called "Grimm" or "Supernatural". Who's to know.

As I took extensive mental notes (here meaning 'mentally prepared myself for my favorite characters' deaths' because we live in an era of George R.R.Martin, and this is commonplace), what should stumble into my home but a short-stature, green zombie with one white eye, one arm and one and a half legs. He was holding a half-eaten brain in his hand and watching me intently--as intently as you can with one dead eye, I guess.

At first I panicked. Was he going to eat me, too? Did that brain belong to somebody important? Did I miss an important character death amid the confusion? The intruder and I watched each other cautiously for a moment, and then he sat on my floor and resumed his brain eating.

I stood to walk toward him slowly. He watched me, still eating his brain, unsure of my motives. As I came to stand in front of him, he stopped eating, He looked down at the brain. Then he looked at me.

In what must be a diplomatic peace offering, the little zombie offered me a bite of the brain. I very politely turned it down, because I am not undead, and do not eat brains. I did, however, offer him a chocolate peanut butter cup. He very politely turned it down, because he is not not-undead and does not eat chocolate peanut butter cups.

I asked the little zombie for his name. He could only communicate through a series of grunts, so this was futile. In the end, I decided to call him Frank. He just looks like a Frank, you know?

After a time, Frank grew on me. He was adorable in his own, brain-eaty way. After a while, I thought it might be wonderful to share his adorableness with the rest of the world. I began making little Frank dolls. He was pleased. I think. Then I hired two hundred evil minions to help ease production. He was definitely pleased by this. And then proceeded to eat all two hundred brains, thus forcing me back to solitary work.

Soon I began to think that Frank was not the only delightful, devious horror-inspiring thing in the world. There are many of these things out there. And many ways to encapsulate their wonderful terror. So I began to branch out into other nightmare realms and soon, had a whole apartment full of creepy crochet items that celebrate the spine-tingling fear that we have been fascinated with for centuries.

And thus, AdHorrorBle was born.