One day while a man was raking leaves, a bolt of red lightning came down and hit the mans rake. The man felt his fingers clumping together and forming a three finger hand. The skin turned green. The mans rakes prongs fused together to form a blade. The leaves he raked formed a cloak over his body. The hood cloaked his face and his eyes glowed red. Legends say he waits in big piles of leaves, killing of innocent rakers.
What should I do next, the Monster of Imagination, the Haunted Tractor, or the Thing in the Closet.
