(Why explain that in which cannot be explained? Why read that in which you do not understand? Why do things that strike fear into our fragile hearts? All excitement there hence, our story begins, so let us commence.)

The child hugged the walls, though they were stained and caked with dry and fresh blood, it was not her concern, living is what mattered.

And out of the darkness the zombie did call

Such a youth should not experience such things, but it couldn't be helped. A pity, she was such a spirited little one...so much fun to watch scream, so much fun to watch writhe.

True pain and suffering she brought to them all

Still it must be done; she is amongst the audience, another onlooker peering into my cage.

Away ran the children to hide in their beds

What's this now? She must think she's escaped me...poor little thing is starting to cry, I make my entrance and deliver a swift death. Little Kaleen turned and screamed as the blade sliced thru her small neck, nothing left of it now, just a bloody stump. I lifted the severed head by the hair and walked back down to my basement.

For fear that the devil would chop off their heads...

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