An eight foot tall being of
pure darkness born from mans hubris who is an imaginary friend of a young girl with matted black hair dressed like a Victorian doll, most likely possessed and covered in blood. Mr Spindles is most likely not imaginary and a
real demon who's probably waiting for its next victim to play with a Ouija board and get their child and possibly themselves possessed or at least haunted for most likely
forever.
I'm probably not gonna sleep tonight knowing that Mr Spindles is probably waiting for me under my
bed to grab my ankle while it dangles down by the side of my
bed since my
cat farted and started global warming and even the paint on my walls started melting.