It was late at night when Tim stood in the forbidding hour of darkness, half way down the stairs. Something had woken him up, telling him to keep going. Without knowing what he was doing, he opened the door just a fraction and crept out, in the cold harsh blistering winds. Still, he didn’t stop or even turn back, until he got to the very place where he had sobbed, the grave of grandma Gushton.
Finally, he turned back home, the raspy breeze brushed like a knife against his cheek. Then the cracking began. Grandma Gushton’s coffin rose up and began to push its way towards him. Then the lid sprang open and the ghastly face was revealed. The half rotting corpse stood up. The pale green flesh dropped, until only the bone could be seen. The corpse flashed him an awful grin. Tim screamed and tried to run back, but without luck. Almost a million corpses had now surrounded him, making a tight circle. There was no escape. Then one of the dreadful zombies touched his arm, gripping it tightly. The flesh dropped and he could feel bone.
Finally, he turned back home, the raspy breeze brushed like a knife against his cheek. Then the cracking began. Grandma Gushton’s coffin rose up and began to push its way towards him. Then the lid sprang open and the ghastly face was revealed. The half rotting corpse stood up. The pale green flesh dropped, until only the bone could be seen. The corpse flashed him an awful grin. Tim screamed and tried to run back, but without luck. Almost a million corpses had now surrounded him, making a tight circle. There was no escape. Then one of the dreadful zombies touched his arm, gripping it tightly. The flesh dropped and he could feel bone.
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