It was the night of a full moon and there was a strange essence in the air. The very atmosphere around me sent a chill down my spine. I looked ahead of me and realized I was lost. There in the distance I heard a moaning. I walked towards it, trying to imagine what it might be. When I got close enough, I saw a green skinned, red eyed, rag clothed man. He was eating a huge, slimy, pink gummy. When I finally mustered up enough courage to approach him, he grabbed my arm and pulled me with surprisingly great strength. He took me somewhere where I couldn't see anything. It was pitch black. Finally when I could see again, I was in a dim lit room with tables full of what looked like unconscious humans. The only problem was that I was amongst them. My arms and legs were roped to the table and there was a swinging blade lowering itself onto my head. I struggled, attempting to release myself. My efforts were no use. When the grandfather clock in corner of the room struck twelve. The swinging blade dropped straight down. Instinctively my hand came up to block the shot. Blood fell onto my face making me gag. Then the blade stopped. When it did, it was inches from my neck. I gave a sigh of relief. I was okay and I wanted to get myself out of the room. I scooted my hip to the right and grabbed my credit card. I rubbed the credit card against the rope trying to cut it. Finally the ropes gave way and I was free. I carefully slid off of the table making sure not to slice myself with the blade or get myself noticed. When I found the exit, I ran as fast as I could all the way home. My arm was the only souvenir for the zombies. It never grew back or healed.
