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"Hurry up! Hurry up!!!" Our guests will be here soon! If you don't finish your chores, I'm not sure how tonight will go. Its imperative that we make this house as welcoming as possible. you know how ghosts can be when they arrive and there's no cobwebs."
The wooden coffin was lowered into the grave. It was cold and so very very quiet. Tom could hear the worms scratching through the lining. This wasn't his first funeral. It would certainly not be his last...
I drove up the hill towards the giant brick faced monolith. It had bars on the windows. windows that trapped people behind them until the end of their days. Our car slowed to a halt at the front door, a woman in a uniform greeted us and helped me out of the backseat. "You're going to be here for a long time", she said...
"We gotta shake rattle and roll!" The prom kings and queens rose on this night to boogie down one more time, before they rested their heads in a dirt grave. Non-survivors from all sorts of prom night disasters came to the Prom of the Undead.
The children's feet dangled above the cauldron. A centipede slinked back into its hiding spot between the crooked teeth of a skull. A wiry black cat stretched... obviously bored by their tears. Tonight the witch would not go hungry...
He rose from the ground and stood crooked on very long legs. He adjusted his overcoat and straightened his moldy bow-tie. He coughed up dust and years of rot. But the one thing that never once passed his lips was a lie. He put his withered stove pipe hat back upon his head as a worm wriggled its way back into his wooly beard. Honest Abe was back from the dead... and the entire human race was about to be abolished!!!!!
He put his hand on the chain-link fence. Crowds of people were led away from the city at gunpoint... No doubt their bodies would litter the river hours from now. Behind him the wails of the infected rose from the burning metropolis. He had failed at escaping.. His new task was to survive.
I walked up to the bar and ordered my beverage. He smiled at me with many mouths and pulled a long thin glass from the counter and begin to fill it with various liquids. With one of his many arms he slid the glass across the bar to me and I slurped it down. An ugly creature with a butt on its face gave me a very dirty look.
"Haha, this is the finest liquid my country has to offer" Ivan hollered as he poured himself another shot of the vodka. He slammed the shot down his throat and clapped his hands loudly. "Of course, Russia has one other drink I like every now and again." he said, baring his fangs when he smiled.
The glen was alight with crystallized trees. The steady hum of the glowing water that had not been touched for centuries sat in a pool in the middle of the arc of trees. The statues of those unfortunate who had drank from, or bathed in the water from the pool sat crystallized just like the trees...
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