House of A Writer

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Things that go bump in the night

What is that, that I touch, it feels bumpy and yet I’m able to stick my finger inside and feel something squishy? Is it brain matter, yet it feels bumpy like one of gourds from the garden. They feel so smooth as I run my hands all over it. It’s pitch black I can’t see anything but my other senses are heightened. My ears perk up as I hear a sound of moaning and growling. I’m really scared now so I turn to run and then it’s got a hold of me and its dragging me down deeper and deeper into the darkness. Hands are across my throat and the growling is close by my ear. The breath feels hot on my skin and the moaning has turned into a sickly death rattle. I reach down grab a hold of my leg and it’s covered in something sticky and take off my Don’t F$&K with me boot and start swinging with all my might. The hands release from my throat and there’s a splash I scramble to get up and crawl away. Then something else grabs a hold of my arm and pulls me down. I struggle and scream as I’m pulled into the water. My eyes are are on fire, I can’t see, but I can hear more moaning as it turns into a symphony of death as it moves towards me. I’m surrounded and there’s no where to go so I get very quiet and try to swim away. I start praying with all my might if I survive this night of the living zombies I’ll eat better, swear less, and let my kids eat junky cereal when they ask. Suddenly I feel my hands on cold cement so I slowly get up and inch my way along the wall. I’m soaking wet, cold, and my blood is frozen in my veins. All I can hear is the thumping in my heart as it explodes in my ears. Suddenly the lights go on and I’m blinded for a moment as the brightness assaults my vision. I look up and there’s my sweet Darryl standing there crossbow ready and shooting all the zombies around me. As I look around at the body count around me he reaches for my hand. My prayers have been answered he’s really here to rescue me from a zombie attack. Brains, blood, and body parts, and the stench of blood are everywhere as I swim out the toxic human waste to my hero.
Beep, beep, beep, beep I open my eyes and roll over to that annoying sound of my alarm. I’m half asleep and groggy and so disappointed it was only a dream. That will teach me to go to bed after watching a Walking Dead marathon. Now I’m a Mombie in search of caffeine, a hot shower, and brains!!!!!

Happy Halloween ???