Andrew Donnleith
It was a dark and rainy night, the rain pouring down on the rooftops of the brightly lit trailer park. Some dark figures could be seen if you squint your eyes hard enough. The winds howled the thunder clapped loudly into the forever night, and the lightning crashed in to the night lighting the dark skies in to a perfect day.
The Dark figures walked towards the trailer park cemetery. Once they aproched the cemetery the rains had stopped or at lest near the cemertey. The dark figures that turned into dark clad clothing humans have stopped at a particular grave. The grave is a very old one at that. One of the humans kneels down and places their right and lefts hands on the grave and trace over the name that is slowly rotting away. The person reads the name and date out load to the others, Gannon B. McDunLand born on September fifth 1779.”
The one who reads finsh and looks up at the others and sighs ya know this is the oldest one in these parts. This one is the one that we need to use. The others in the group nodded in agreement.
And so their work began. They had all gathered around the grave and started to do the chores that they all had to perform. They laid candles, cards, herbs, and so forth. And as their makeshift alter was made upon the grave they stood around and held hands in a circle and started to chant softly at first and as each verse was spoken, they grew louder and louder.
The winds started to whip around the group slowly at first and then picking up speed as they said, each verse louder and louder. Then the ground shook as each word was spoken. Then hands started to rise. As they did so the group slowly and quietly stopped speaking, and the body started to rise even more. They were able to see a head then a neck and then the rest of the grotesic body was completely unearthed.
It Stood there with a blankly, as did the group amazed that they were able to call something so dark and evil.
Micheal walked forward and eyed the newly raised demon and said
“I am your master, you will do as I command and only me.”
The beast just moaned.
“Follow us” and the group left the area with the zombie following slowly behind them.
Andrew looks over at Micheal and sighs so what are we going to do with a dead thing?
Micheal Laughs evilly “What are we going to do with this beast… nothing…. now on the other hand what am I going to do with his is anther matter. You see I am the only one here who is able to control him and keep him under wraps and be able to feed him what he needs to stay like this. If he is treated wrong he will rot faster than if treated like a king. And I have my reasons for calling him he will obey me and keep me protected any one who tries to harm me, and be able to do my bidding as well. So we shall see what happens.”
The group departs for the night waiting for yet another day to see this new power they all seem to have now even they don’t know what Micheal has planned for the zombie.
As the moon fades for the day and the sun appears creating a new day the first of the dead bodies starting appearing. The papers were filled with the strange murders. The day went on dragging by with each slowly ticking minute. And in the after noon Micheal had awoken with a headache not knowing why, he had looked over at the floor and saw the dead person just sitting there watching him contently waiting for a new task besides just sitting there. Micheal slowly regained his memory of the previous night and remembers that he did indeed call up the beast that now sits on his floor. He laughs evilly to himself and thinks of what he will be able to get away with now. Micheal sits up slowly and thinks of what to do first. Ah he thinks to himself I should feed this thing so he doesn’t rot away.
Micheal gets up from the bed and walks downstairs and finding out that the house was all to himself and he grabbed some fresh meats from the fridge and walks back upstairs and gives them to the dead body in his room.
Micheal sits down while the dead thing eats hungrily and starts to read over his notes he had made about this demon. And thinks Gannon McDunLand hmmmm this guy seemed to have been truly evil while he was alive. Micheal falls asleep thinking and dreaming of Gannon McdunLand and what his life was like.