Don't give glitter to a zombie

Sleeping like the dead

I trudge my way home, all the energy from this morning gone, now replaced with a weird sleepiness that racked though my entire body. I turn the corner that led to my house and the graveyard, fun fact, my dad's family own that graveyard, since they first made it by burning a unnamed body. I of course will never tell the twins this or they'll never leave my house. I stop on the steps to my front door when movement caught my eye, I swiftly turn around and caught a glimpse of a grey coat before it disappeared into the graveyards natural fog. I contemplate wether I should go after it or go to my room, but after a few moments I shrug and walk in.

The first thing I smell when I walk in is a pie, cherry to be precise, and freshly out of the oven too, I walk into the kitchen to see my stepmom in an apron pulling another pie out of the oven, she was a small, skinny twig of a women, with dark black hair with a few grey hairs, smooth ivory skin, and deep brown eyes. Her name is Carol ,She and my dad got married about a year ago and I finally warmed up to her, she was a sweet women but...... she's an idiot, she never caught sight at what her daughter was doing nor my dad's 'friends' visit. But I could never hold that against her, since I didn't find out about the 'other women' until a month after dad and stepmom got married, when dad's other called the house phone instead of his cell, say how she couldn't wait for their date.
I glance at the pie, I wanted a slice so badly, but I was so tired.
Carol saw my struggle , "I'll save you a slice,"
I nod and trudge back to my room, nearly falling over my self as I walk to my room, fall onto my bed, and pass out.
I woke up to the feeling of someone watching me, but it was in the middle of the night, I look around to see nothing, I turn over to look out my window to see two glowing white eyes, I cover my mouth to keep the scream from waking my family, I get out of bed never breaking eye contact with the thing, until I get to the window seat, the thing backs away from the glass and run across the street to the graveyard. I put a shaky hand up to the glass to find it warm, as if the creators been there for awhile, I pull my blinds Down and shut the curtains,
I climb back into bed but soon realize I wasn't going to sleep anytime soon, so I quietly open my bedroom door and tiptoe to the bathroom, and quickly grab the first ad kit from the bathroom, tiptoed back to my room and shut the door. I sit on my bed with my lamp on as I set up the needle and thread to restitch my arm, when a knock at my door startles me, I quickly put the needle into the cushion and hide myself   Under the blanket, also turning off the lamp as the door starts opening, I fake sleep as I herd two footsteps enter my room ,one walking lightly as if to make sure I didn't hear them and one that was dragging its feet, I try not to flinch as a hand rubbed my forehead and cheek, then the blanket was lifted up ,I tried to think of a way to hide my arm without showing I was awake, but there was no way, so I allowed them to see my torn up arm, a hand traced around the cut before covering me up again, I herd a content sigh and a grunt from the other person before I heard them walk out of the room and shut the door, then after a minute the soft click of the front door opening and closing. I snap my eyes open and turn on the lamp, staring at my wrist, it felt on fire, I find nothing different about, I shake my head and go back to what I was doing, restitching my arm, after I do so I get ready for the day since that whole ordeal lasted for a good thirty minutes.

I walk down the hallway to the front door when right as I passed my dad's bedroom door, it open, showing an well dress man in his thirties ,red hair , pale skin, deep green eyes, the works. We stare at each other awkwardly before we rush in the opposite direction of each other. Me and my dad's relationship after my mom died kinda faded away, and now that he's married again it seems he avoids me, but that's alright, I really don't want to talk to him ether.
I walk out the front door ,locking it, and made my way down the street, giving an occasional glance over to the graveyard only to stop dead in my tracks, in the fog I could see the white glowing eyes and a thin out line of a hunched over person, I freeze, I couldn't bring my self to move, and when I did it was towards the grave yard fence, I reach it, and the creature scooted closer to me ,my hand touched the cold bars as a pale chalky green hand went to touch mine.