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Still-Little t1_isi55h6 wrote

I quickly click off the recorder. I look over to my two friends Lucas and Dwight, their faces as pale as mine. I swear they're glowing. "Is there more?" Dwight says. "I don't know if I want to continue." says Lucas. "if there is a job, we need it." I say, "Political science isn't really the hottest diploma right now." I click it back on. "among many faiths, reanimation is a common worry. Me, an archaeologist, or at least was, didn't care of respecting differing religions and now I pay a price. keep me dead. i'm sorry, this was my house so it seemed fit, if your in college, well, your piece of paper won't save my corpse of rising again every full moon." I click off the recorder. My friends faces now are drenched in so much dread one could drown in it. "it's-it's, a full moon tonight." Lucas stutters. Then, all of our fears came true when an eight foot long figure stepped out of the closet moaning "nahookos, nahookos."

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