I think I forgot something. I wasn’t really sure why they were there, to be honest. I don’t really think they were either. They’d look around with their empty rotting eye sockets as if asking, “What’s for sale?” when the descriptions of the food are right in front of them. They were a bit disgusting but more so boring. I tried to get one to talk but he just moaned about the dread of existence.
It was in October when everybody was putting up their Halloween decorations. They’d put out muted plastic orange pumpkins and then the real pumpkins would end up rotting anyway. I was stalking the shelves of the Smart O’s convenience store when I first saw one. I ducked behind a shelf, peeking out. Everything about it was boring. As if they had done it every year and this year happened to be the one they stopped caring about. I even accidentally bumped into it and it looked at me with scared eyes, as if I was the monster.
It was midnight and the crisp air stung me awake. I started walking, not truly sure where to. I ended up at a graveyard. Staring down at that bottomless pit. Groaning, I left. Everything keeps getting foggier and foggier. Children never laugh anymore and I hardly see anyone outside. Only hear this dreadful creaking. Like an old rocking chair. The dreadful smell of flesh.
I find my appetite dwindling. Fast food no longer interests me and I get no luck from rooting from the garbage bins. And it’s that smell again, accompanied by that ringing. Yet my cravings always increase, and I hardly ever know what for. Sometimes it’s a dress, a wig, something rotting.
Only, it was rotting after I sunk my teeth into it. Something soft, pink, plump. Looking down at the shrieking, dying zombie, did I remember.