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‘Late’, that’s what Kenny thought as he opened his eyes, looking out the break-room window to see the sun was setting and dawn was beginning. He had been hiding out in the break-room after a mortifying experience where he had accidentally spilled something all over a customer while he was restocking the shelves. He couldn’t bear to be out there after that, and must have fallen asleep while he was hiding. He began to grab his stuff and shove into his bag lazily, he hadn’t meant to stay so late, and didn’t want to stay any longer.
Getting to the break-room door he spotted a note from one of his coworkers as they cheekily wrote that he needed to be the one to close the place down. With a sign, he double checked his pockets to make sure he still had the key to close the doors, then with little effort he shoved the door open. He didn’t expect the place to be pitch black, the light had been on in the break-room so he assumed the others were on too. Carefully, he began moving in the dark trying not to hit any of the shelves as he made his way to the front of the store, opening the doors, closing and locking them was easy. He huffed as he realized how late it was, deciding then to take a short-cut through the morgue to get home.
At a slow jog he made his way to the morgue, noting that for some reason the place had been left open, normally he’d have to hop the fence to get in. Walking in the place felt more eerie than usual as he started jogging to get to the other side, of course he tripped as he was jogging and fell to the ground with a thump. Groaning he got up and turned on his sound when he heard a shriek from the morgue building that made him jump. Quickly getting up he rushed over to the building, the man who ran the night shift was an old guy in his 60s, and he wouldn’t want something to happen to him. With great speed he shoved the door open and the sight before him was grotesque.
There before him lay the dismembered body of the old man, blood was dripping all over the place as the smell of fresh blood made Kenny puke. He gasped for air as he ran out the building, tripping over a grave, leaning on it for support as he breathed heavily. With a gasp, he started checking his pockets for his phone, a scary realization coming to him as he realized he must have dropped his phone when he tripped. He got up and started searching the nearby tomb stones for his phone. He needed to call the cops. As he was searching he started hearing noises.
Getting closer as he thought he saw his phone, what he saw made him go pale. There was something, a ghoul he thinks. Digging up a grave and eating what it found. The thing was more ghastly than how the old man's face on his dead body looked. He screamed, which was dumb of him. He got up and started running from the sight. He needed to go home. With not much effort he leapt over the graveyard fence.
Not caring which way he was as he booked it into the forest. He didn’t look behind him to see if the thing was chasing him or not. He didn’t care, the only thing that was on his mind was getting home and calling the cops from his landline. He didn’t trip this time when he fell, no this time what made him fall was the sudden shrieking wail of something. He could barely get his mind together as he got up and continued running, turning it into a sprint as from the corner of his eye he thought he saw a banshee. He didn’t care, he only wanted to go home! He was almost there, he was sure of it.
There was nothing else in his way, not even a specter which he would’ve thought he’d seen. At least he made it out of the forest. He collapsed on the ground, as he took deep breaths of air. This was the most he had run in his life. He couldn’t get up though before the ghoul had caught up. He didn’t even though it had chased him as he screamed out in agony as it bit into his shoulder, blood seeping from the wound.
He tried to kick it away but it was futile, the thing dragged him back by his leg as it started to claw away at him. Tears welled up in his face, he was so close, he was almost home. He screamed as he felt it tear away at his flesh. He was going to die, and no one would know why. He was dying and he wasn’t sure what was going to happen next.
It was daylight when he woke up. He gasped as a wave of anger and pain washed over him. He had died; he was sure of it! He was somehow alive though, and the only thing that was on his mind was revenge. He needed to get that ghoul that had killed him. He didn’t think about what had happened though. From the movies he’s seen normal people come back as incorporeal or as zombies. Not a revenant, which is what he thinks he is, since he didn’t have a craving for brains. He cried as he tried to stand up, his thoughts keeping him from remembering that his guts had been spilled, he picked them up and stuffed them back inside him. He didn’t know how to kill a ghoul, and he didn’t know where he was supposed to go. He couldn’t go back to his house till he could find a way to hide the fact his guts were spilling everywhere. His best bet was to find a crypt, and hide out there till he could find a way to kill the ghoul, and maybe fix what’s going on with him.
A sudden dread filled up inside him, as he didn’t know what he was going to do or what may happen to him in the future. Just that he needed to find something or someone to help him.