Yes, I’m a maggot infested zombie, but, does it make me a bad person? I couldn’t help it. I was sound asleep in my bed, when the foul smelling thing bit me. What made you the way you are, Big Mama?
I smell bad, but so do you. I’ll bet you’ve done as many disgusting things as I have. It was fun being pen pals, but I’m looking forward to meeting you somewhere soon. You pick it. Maybe in some dark alley or maybe we could go skinny dipping in the septic field out back of my hovel.
You’re human. Fuck! Why didn’t you say so? You’ve ruined everything. I don’t know what to say except… So far I’ve mutilated and devoured 5,276 unsuspecting humans. Maybe, you could be 5,277.
While you are thinking it over, you might want to kill some time reading one of Billy Wells’ terrifying books of horror stories. It makes my blood run cold, just thinking about it. Ha! My blood always runs cold, doesn’t it? Ha! Ha!
Enjoy the horror of one of my collections by clicking the cover: