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Authors: Billy Phillips, Jenny Nissenson
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grave. This might actually be more terrifying than dancing in front of people!
Natalie stood behind the tree trunk, her camera flashing away.
A jagged arc of lightning cut through black clouds. The corpse’s spindly fingers dug deep into the dirt, working to extract their body from the bowels of the earth. Natalie’s camera flashed bright. Through the sharp camera light and cold, blue glow seeping from the grave, Caitlin observed something that struck her as even more bizarre.
The fingernails on those rotting hands were elegant and manicured and actually quite pretty.
Huh?
These were not the hands of a dead man who’d been buried for nearly two hundred years.
They were the attractive hands of a girl!
And she was now climbing out of the grave!
In the charming and historic town of Guildford, on the night of October 31st, the evening of Halloween, a dead girl was apparently climbing out of a man’s grave in the old Mount Cemetery. She finally uprooted herself completely from the dirt, leaving a large gaping hole in the ground.
From behind the pine tree, Natalie snapped away.
“Caitlin! Are you there?” Jack was still on the phone, calling to her from a mound of mud. Unfortunately, a certain obstacle separated Caitlin from her phone.
A beautiful dead girl who now seemed very much alive.
Caitlin let go of the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. Blood found its way back into her knuckles. Her tensed shoulders slackened.
It finally dawned on her, though she had already intuited what was going on in the back of her mind the whole time.
Caitlin was the victim of a Halloween prank brilliantly orchestrated by Jack. He probably had majorly buff rugby legend Barton Sullivan dig that massively deep hole.
Ha, ha, ha.
The dead girl pulled her long, slender legs up from the ground and dusted off the dirt. Caitlin noticed that her blonde hair, though, stretched back into the grave. As the girl pulled it up, it kept on coming. And coming. And coming. Caitlin stared at the full length of her exquisite, long, braided locks. They seemed to flow on forever into the depth of the grave. Her hair wasn’t decayed like the rest of her body. It was silky and golden. Shimmering. A tumble of hair that Caitlin would die for—no pun intended.
“Excellent zombie makeup and costume,” said Caitlin with a hint of nervousness in her voice. “So, where’s Jack?”
The long-legged, long-haired zombie girl turned slowly. She made eye contact with Caitlin.
“Kudos,” Caitlin continued. “A brilliantly executed prank. Scared me half to death.”
The girl didn’t respond. She simply stared back with cold eyes.
What’s her problem?
Then the girl reached out her right hand. Caitlin flinched. The zombie gripped the collar of Caitlin’s raincoat with her bony fingers.
“Hey!”
She effortlessly lifted Caitlin straight into the air. A good four feet off the earth.
Oh my God!
Faster than lightning, she yanked Caitlin toward her so they stood face to face. Except, of course, Caitlin was hanging by her collar.
Her veins pulsed with blood.
The dead girl’s strength was inhuman!
The more Caitlin struggled, the harder it became to breathe. Finally, Caitlin let her body go limp. She dangled there by the scruff, her collar gripped tightly in the strong grip of the female ghoul.
The dead girl then uttered four words. Four words that Caitlin never expected to come out of a zombie’s mouth.
“I need your help.”
Caitlin swayed in the night air as the dead girl’s cold, damp breath hit her in the face like a winter wind. Unlike warm human breath, which produced a white cloud when exhaled into cold air, no steam rose from this girl’s mouth.
And her breath … there was no odor to it. It was cold and scentless like ice. That fact unnerved Caitlin to the bone—as if she wasn’t already scared to death.
Natalie, unfazed, stayed hidden behind the tree, clicking her camera. The dead girl did not seem to notice the
Natalie stood behind the tree trunk, her camera flashing away.
A jagged arc of lightning cut through black clouds. The corpse’s spindly fingers dug deep into the dirt, working to extract their body from the bowels of the earth. Natalie’s camera flashed bright. Through the sharp camera light and cold, blue glow seeping from the grave, Caitlin observed something that struck her as even more bizarre.
The fingernails on those rotting hands were elegant and manicured and actually quite pretty.
Huh?
These were not the hands of a dead man who’d been buried for nearly two hundred years.
They were the attractive hands of a girl!
And she was now climbing out of the grave!
In the charming and historic town of Guildford, on the night of October 31st, the evening of Halloween, a dead girl was apparently climbing out of a man’s grave in the old Mount Cemetery. She finally uprooted herself completely from the dirt, leaving a large gaping hole in the ground.
From behind the pine tree, Natalie snapped away.
“Caitlin! Are you there?” Jack was still on the phone, calling to her from a mound of mud. Unfortunately, a certain obstacle separated Caitlin from her phone.
A beautiful dead girl who now seemed very much alive.
Caitlin let go of the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. Blood found its way back into her knuckles. Her tensed shoulders slackened.
It finally dawned on her, though she had already intuited what was going on in the back of her mind the whole time.
Caitlin was the victim of a Halloween prank brilliantly orchestrated by Jack. He probably had majorly buff rugby legend Barton Sullivan dig that massively deep hole.
Ha, ha, ha.
The dead girl pulled her long, slender legs up from the ground and dusted off the dirt. Caitlin noticed that her blonde hair, though, stretched back into the grave. As the girl pulled it up, it kept on coming. And coming. And coming. Caitlin stared at the full length of her exquisite, long, braided locks. They seemed to flow on forever into the depth of the grave. Her hair wasn’t decayed like the rest of her body. It was silky and golden. Shimmering. A tumble of hair that Caitlin would die for—no pun intended.
“Excellent zombie makeup and costume,” said Caitlin with a hint of nervousness in her voice. “So, where’s Jack?”
The long-legged, long-haired zombie girl turned slowly. She made eye contact with Caitlin.
“Kudos,” Caitlin continued. “A brilliantly executed prank. Scared me half to death.”
The girl didn’t respond. She simply stared back with cold eyes.
What’s her problem?
Then the girl reached out her right hand. Caitlin flinched. The zombie gripped the collar of Caitlin’s raincoat with her bony fingers.
“Hey!”
She effortlessly lifted Caitlin straight into the air. A good four feet off the earth.
Oh my God!
Faster than lightning, she yanked Caitlin toward her so they stood face to face. Except, of course, Caitlin was hanging by her collar.
Her veins pulsed with blood.
The dead girl’s strength was inhuman!
The more Caitlin struggled, the harder it became to breathe. Finally, Caitlin let her body go limp. She dangled there by the scruff, her collar gripped tightly in the strong grip of the female ghoul.
The dead girl then uttered four words. Four words that Caitlin never expected to come out of a zombie’s mouth.
“I need your help.”
Caitlin swayed in the night air as the dead girl’s cold, damp breath hit her in the face like a winter wind. Unlike warm human breath, which produced a white cloud when exhaled into cold air, no steam rose from this girl’s mouth.
And her breath … there was no odor to it. It was cold and scentless like ice. That fact unnerved Caitlin to the bone—as if she wasn’t already scared to death.
Natalie, unfazed, stayed hidden behind the tree, clicking her camera. The dead girl did not seem to notice the
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