The Friends of Artie Whiffle

It is said that Artie Whiffle was a man of great artistic talent, whose work was so potent that it had the power to stir the very depths of the human soul. His paintings, sculptures, and other creations were praised by many, but there were those who found his work unsettling, disturbing, and even terrifying.

These people, who called themselves "The Friends of Artie Whiffle," were drawn to his art like moths to a flame. They would gather in secret, discussing his work in hushed tones and analyzing every brush stroke and detail. As time passed, their obsession with Artie Whiffle's work grew, until they began to see his creations as something more than mere art.

It was then that they began to seek out Artie Whiffle himself, eager to learn from him and to be in his presence. They would follow him wherever he went, watching him from a distance and waiting for the opportunity to approach him.

Artie Whiffle, however, was not interested in their adoration. He was a solitary man, content to create his art in peace and solitude. He began to feel a growing sense of unease as he noticed the strange behavior of his admirers, and he began to fear for his safety.

One night, as he was working in his studio, he heard a knock at the door. He cautiously opened it, only to find himself face to face with The Friends of Artie Whiffle. They had come to profess their love for his work and to invite him to join their group.

But Artie Whiffle knew that there was something sinister about these people, something that went beyond their love for his art. He refused their invitation and tried to close the door, but they forced their way inside.

What happened next, no one knows for certain. Some say that Artie Whiffle was driven mad by The Friends of Artie Whiffle and that he disappeared into the darkness, never to be seen again. Others say that he was taken by them, sacrificed to some eldritch deity in exchange for artistic inspiration.

Whatever the truth may be, one thing is certain: The Friends of Artie Whiffle are still out there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the next great artist to emerge. And when they do, they will be there, ready to claim them as their own.