I've lived with this craving All of my life, My life in undeath, I suppose. But whoever made me Got their wires crossed, Gave me fangs While I only craved brains, And I don't have the strength To open their skulls. A real pity... #fastprompt 208:3

as a punishment, they wrapped us together, body to body, before burying the two of us just under the dirt. and when he died, I felt his body begin to rot before I finally succumbed. it was his gas in the end, since he was always so full of hot air. #fastprompt 208:4

they called me monster, but I was so misunderstood. sure, I dragged people off into dark alleyways and sucked out their souls. but they didn't DIE. I let them go back to their homes. It wasn't my fault they killed their entire families, those psychos. #fastprompt 208:5

we played ghosts in the graveyard hiding in dark places, hidden deep. but somehow they always found us, and somehow they knew our dreams. we could not run from their screams. #fastprompt 209:1

I'd make a terrible ghost, But I think I'd make the perfect Poltergeist. I think my afterlife Should come with a warning label, DOES NOT PLAY WELL WITH OTHERS. #fastprompt 209:2

being undead has its drawbacks, of course. for one thing, you can't get a suntan. so you're always this pale shade of white and slightly bloody eyes. you have a hard time keeping friends, since they're food, and the cravings really suck. #fastprompt 209:3

from the corner of my eye, I see it peeking around the corner, zombified face leering, grotesque and fetid. I can't smell it, so that probably means it's just the local ghost trying to scare the lights out of me. he forgets I wrote the book. #fastprompt 209:4

we'd make-believe we were witches cackling and mixing mud concoctions until the lights came on and we were called home. at night my parents did their seances, and we'd try to sleep with the monsters tickling our feet. #fastprompt 209:5

I noted the sudden appearance of the man in gray. He glared at me and I at him. When he suddenly vanished, just as quickly, I was suddenly afraid. This was the same one. The exact same man my gran always spoke about, spoke about in fearful whispers. #fastprompt 210:1

It was not long before I saw him again, walking through a wall not far ahead of me. That same gleam in his eyes, which were a vibrant blue. The man in gray seemed to smirk before he walked away, through another wall across the street. #fastprompt 210:2

The next day I resolved that I would attempt to contact the dead, if dead he was. Gran seemed to think so, but she would not have approved of my use of her old Ouija board for the task. But since she was dead and gone now, I felt perfectly justified in its use. #fastprompt 4

I was never into frolicking. I tried not to snap twigs And crunch leaves When I walked on autumnal paths. I had to be sneaky, you see. Stealthy. If they saw me coming, They'd run. And I was getting hungrier These days... #fastprompt 211:1

there was no joy in the curse, but there was a kind of satisfaction. my speed was swift, without warning. there was no answering shout, my sweet caress, my kiss. I left them bloodless in my wake, and satiated, I sauntered away. not a one believed. #fastprompt 211:2

they said the lights around me danced, enchanted them. mesmerized them. it was all to the good, since their screams brought my pet before I'd made my exit. how else should I feed him I'd think, as I watched his mighty teeth rip their flesh. #fastprompt 211:3

peace was in the ground, feeling the tiny things crawl across me, but that damned necromancer stole it from me, as they do. so it's brains this and brains that, but no one asks me if I wouldn't rather go back. no...just shoot me in the head ffs. #fastprompt 211:4

oh yeah, carefree. that's what they all want, until they pick up ol' Jack and carve a face into him. no matter... once a year is time for revenge for all those awful pumpkin carvers. do you like the face I gave you? #fastprompt 211:5