Crog
When Wilf sees the simple wooden bowl in the local museum, he’s not sure why he’s so drawn to it – but it has him mesmerized. Leaving with the bowl under his jacket, he notices two men in dark suits heading purposefully inside, and something tells him he should make a quick exit.
The next morning, there’s someone in his room: Crog. Dressed in muddy rags, with black stubs for teeth and a grisly rope...
When Wilf sees the simple wooden bowl in the local museum, he’s not sure why he’s so drawn to it – but it has him mesmerized. Leaving with the bowl under his jacket, he notices two men in dark suits heading purposefully inside, and something tells him he should make a quick exit.
The next morning, there’s someone in his room: Crog. Dressed in muddy rags, with black stubs for teeth and a grisly rope...
