More macabre flash to keep you creepy until Halloween. I wrote this one about a year ago, but it hasn’t been published anywhere.
As You Sow, So Shall You Reap
He was screaming when we buried him and he was still screaming when he dug himself up two days later. Now we have to look at the sorry state of him. His hands is broke and his face is ripped to ribbons. One eye running down his cheek like the yolk of a soft-boiled egg. He’s worse than before. He won’t talk, won’t listen and he won’t leave. All he does is walk the town and stare at us, like we’re some kind of monsters.