Out of my mind

Midnight Shift

A yawn escaped my lips before I could stop it. I tried to cover my mouth but the smell of dirt stopped me. I turned back to my task, digging a grave. Well, undigging.

He needed a liver and a ghoul needs to eat. I picked up my pace. I couldn't afford to get caught. I also couldn't afford to not eating. People got hurt then.

The lowering moon told me I didn't have much time. Just as I was beginning to just how deep they buried this person my shovel hit something.

I got on my knees pulling the crowbar from my back. The wood made beautiful cracking noises as I batted at the coffin. They probably spent a small fortune buy the wooden box only for me to raid. Unlucky them.

The smell of rot hit me before I saw the body. Drool began to leak from my mouth. I gave a myself a mental shake. Business first then whatever this body had left would be dinner or breakfast. I'm really not picky.