Blood in the Pumpkin Patch

Blood in the Pumpkin Patch

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The tall, mysterious vampire desired the blood of a young woman, so he decided to hire a secretary. But when he drank my blood, it tasted so awful that he threw up everywhere. Apparently he doesn't like the taste of pumpkin spice. But if that's the case, why would he drink the blood of a Pumpkin Harvester? I literally have a pumpkin living on my head, feeding off of my soul. What did he think my blood would taste like? Candy? Well, we're dating now, and he still decided to keep me working for him. My job now is to take on all the jobs nobody wants to do. I guess no one wants to deal with zombies, ghosts, and the Grim Reaper in customer service. (I'm more curious who was stupid enough to sell the Grim Reaper a bad product in the first place.) (Written and illustrated by VonSmore, aka, ME!)
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Who would have thought that Christian hell would be socialist? I wouldn't know. Of my living, I was neither a philosopher, nor into religious studies. I was just a stoner, twice dropout, working at the nearby dispensary. That was until I met a demon during a Halloween party and died of alcohol poisoning. Sorry, I haven't presented myself. My name is Layla, a purgatorial soul that has found another mediocre job in hell. The department for abusers of the elderly might not be the most prestigious or funded... I went down there to make friends for once. And I wanted to bang that demon that accidentally caused my death. But hey, I heard it better than purgatory.

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