I don’t do witches or skeletons or ghosts or goblins or ghouls. But I do respect the need for a creepy character to come around and scare the living daylights (nightlights?) out of little girls and boys. And now, thanks to a chocolate shop in Brussels, I do.
Not necessarily evil, but she certainly has a death-crone vibe. And the feathers don’t hurt.
This lovely lady needs some fairy tales. Go!