Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Harold, I’m constantly decaying yet I’m in the prime of my life for what I am. Sometimes my guts fall out and I have an underlining thirst and appetite for human flesh. I am a good guy so my appetite is curbed as long as I keep eating raw animal meat. Currently I’m in an intriguing shop cluttered with antiques and old junk. Some kind of pawn shop. The skeleton skull lamp caught my eye when I entered the ropey looking dusty establishment. I have been greeted by who I assume to be the owner. A smiley individual with a glisten in his eye and a welcoming demeanour.
“Welcome my friend, welcome” the chap chirped when I entered as the bell rang in perfect timing with the opening of the door.
“Afternoon” I responded as the heavy rain struck the store front glass. “Wow” I uttered under my breath as I marveled at the miscellaneous items in this unique treasure trove. You can probably imagine the layout. Vintage clothes and technology on display throughout also ornaments, they had some of the coolest well displayed statues I have ever encountered.
“You like sir” the smiling man projected as he leaned over his glass counter. I was fixated on an awesomely crafted statue made from some metal and silver. The statue appeared to be some kind of ancient warrior holding a huge sword. The character had long free flowing hair. Before I responded I glanced down the price tag and shook my had slightly.
“Out of my price range” I croaked back. The man slid over the counter then approached me equipped with his slightly irritating smile.
He spoke again the smile never leaving his face. “Yes it’s a premium piece sir. Supposedly crafted by ancient peoples from Babylon.”
“A likely story” I thought unconvinced. I liked my mouldy lips. “I was intrigued to come in, I noticed a sign on the window next to the mannequin on display. Revolutionise your TV it read”.
He responded with “ah, I see my friend”. His smile widened.
I added “I’m also very interested in the cool skeleton lamp”
“Yes, the skeleton light is vintage, and a real skeleton. Creepy stuff, ey” He grinned. I nodded shyly.
“What a kook” I wondered.
Ten minutes later I left with the freaky skeleton lamp under one arm and a TV firestick in my ripped jeans pocket. As I walked through town heading to my home. I couldn’t help but notice the generic humans as they passed. Sometimes they stared at my out of place existence. The rain trickled down the drains as my feet passed them.
It’s not easy being what I am. A small girl clutching her mothers hand Pointed in awe as she passed.
“Zombie! The living dead” she uttered under her breath.
“Rude!” I said in my head.
After the walk I was finally back at my humble abode. The top of my head brushed a cobweb as I entered my lounge and I was greeted by my only friend, my canine companion, a Cavapoo dog named Lola. I placed the skeleton lamp in the corner. Lola wagged and began to sniff my newly acquired addition to my pad. I placed the plastic wrapped fire stick on my coffee table amongst my magazines and empty coffee cups. The store clerk practically forced the item onto me. It was a bargain and I relied on television for entertainment and escapism. It pretty much resembled an Amazon fire stick but had no branding therefore I assumed it was chipped to access an abundance of TV treats.
I picked it up and cradled it in my decrepit hands. I now noticed small writing etched on the back, three sentences in a language I wasn’t familiar with. Suddenly Lola let out an anxious dog cry subtly and she curled up in her comfy basket.
“Weird” I thought then I tossed it on my couch for later. My stomach rumbled, the itch for flesh was now becoming unavoidable. Suddenly something caught my eye. I looked over through the window, rain still strumming the pane. Across the way on the park a young women sat on a bench. “Should I?” I wondered “No one would know” Drool tricked down my chin as I imagined her warm flesh caressing the inside of my mouth. The meaty tears I could make as I chewed through her muscle tissue leading to the intense metallic taste of warm blood. The urge I had was undeniable. Lola looked up at me and whimpered.
“Yes” I groaned out loud then an uncontrollable urge led me to my front door. Dinner time the voice in my head echoed.
To Be Continued…