It was the one night of the year when the dead arise from their graves to walk the earth. My parents and little brother were going zombie hunting.
"Why don't you come with us, Clarice," suggested my little brother.
"I don't believe in shooting at zombies," I told him. "Just because they're dead doesn't mean they don't have feelings too!"
After they'd gone, I settled down in the recliner with a good book. I must have dozed off because the doorbell awakened me. I walked to the door and looked through the peephole.
My visitor was like none I'd ever seen before...alive. His skin was green and dessicated. He was definitely one of them. And he was holding a bouquet of flowers.
Scared out of my wits, I quickly dialed for help but only got a useless recording. "If a zombie is in your house, press one...if a zombie is eating you, press two..."
The doorbell rang again, and I heard him call to me.
"Clarice! Open up! It's me, Percy!"
"Percy Savage? You mean the boy who died in the car accident six months ago?"
"Yep, that's me."
I opened the door to see him smiling and holding the flowers out to me. "These are for you."
"Thank you." I went to find a vase for the flowers. When I returned, I saw that Percy had made himself at home on the sofa. He motioned for me to sit beside him, and soon I was lying back on the sofa with his arms around me and we were chatting comfortably.
"You know how on the first day of school, you tell yourself, this year is going to be different, this year I'm going to be totally cool, and then someone comes along and says 'hello, dork', and things are just like always," Percy said. I laughed along with him. I knew exactly what he was talking about. I'd never been one of the cool kids either.
Suddenly I felt a sharp pain and realized that Percy had bitten my arm.
"Hey, stop that!" Angrily I yanked my arm away.
"I'm sorry, Clarice," Percy said meekly. "It's just that I'm so hungry, and this is the one night out of the year I get to eat."
"Well, I'm not on the menu," I said crossly.
Just then I heard the key turn in the lock.
"It's my parents! Quick, hide!" I whispered to Percy, but it was too late, because the door was already open and my parents and little brother stood there gaping at us. My father raised his gun and aimed at Percy.
"No, Dad, no!" I cried, jumping between Percy and my father just as the gun went off. I felt a sharp, burning pain as the bullet pierced my heart, then nothing.
A moment later I rose from the floor. I looked at my little brother and suddenly saw him in a whole new light. He looked so tender, so succulent, so juicy, so...delicious.
I glanced at Percy and saw that he was thinking the same thing I was. My little brother frantically looked around for a route of escape as Percy and I advanced on him.