Stories from my patched up crazy think-pan

Undead and dead

I walk onwards, past the mini-game stalls. They're mostly broken, run down and dysfunctional. The prizes are still there. I could take one if I had want to, but I don't have the time and other... reasons. They watch me with their beady eyes. They watch and alert. Alert the kids. The undead kids. The undead kids, bleeding, shredded, ripped, bleeding. Sure, there are kids around this place that don't move. Nails in their hands. In their hands and arms, holding them there in place. They can't move. Even if they were alive they wouldn't be able to. That's not the worst. Their stomachs are the worst. Ripped open, dripping dead blood. Organs on the grass and hanging. Among the external horror painting were sweets, crammed by force. Their faces glued to show their void of screams. The pain. The pain must've, must've been... I don't want to think about it. I keep walking, aimlessly, nowhere to go. The only thing that was driving me to move were the kids. Both kinds. The undead souls of the kids murdered here. They chase you with a murderous intent. Undead and dead. The kids on the wall too, reminding me that I might end up like them.

A scream. It's not human. I cover my ears to block out the noise. It helps a little but I can still the unholy shrieks. Then... i saw them through the corner of my eye. Undead and dead. Definitely undead. I run. I run, pulling my hands from my head back to my sides to help me. I run. I run without looking back. My feet hurt. I want to stop, take a break. I come to a halt as realization hits me that the only sound of foot to grass is my own. The kids. They've stopped running. I look behind me, taking a step out fear backwards. They're just standing there watching me. I take a wobbly step to the left and their lifeless eyes follow me, eating at my soul. I start to slowly walk back, afraid that if I turn my back...

1... 2... 3... 4... One step, two, three, four. My breath hitches. My heart stops. I've hit something. In unison every undead smile widens. I take a step forward without thinking about it. A chuckle comes from behind me. I want to turn around and look yet I just want to run and take my chances with the kids. Undead and dead. I'll be dead soon. Weather I like it or not. I take a step, turning myself slowly. I'm past the point of crying and my voice seems to of found a way to escape this terror. My mouth plastered with no emotion. My eyes widen at the monster now in front of me. It's obvious that I'm scared because his smile stretches unnaturally to the corners of his face. I'm shaking like a leaf. The beast stands there, eyes locked onto me. He chuckles again. Undead and dead.