Ghoul by ScottPurdy
Kristy wandered through the graveyard. Turning a corner, she came across a disheveled creature eating a human arm.
“Oh my god! It’s a zombie!” She screamed. The figure looked at her and dropped the arm it was eating.
“I’m sorry to spook you, but I’m not a zombie.” It insisted. Kristy looked at it in surprise with her mouth gaping open.
“Then what are you?” She eventually asked.
“I’m a ghoul.”
“A ghoul? What’s the difference?” The ghoul sat down on a seat and looked up at her.
“Well a zombie is mindless and tends to eat live flesh. While ghouls, like me, can think independently and hold intelligent conversations, like we are now. Us ghouls mostly live in graveyards and eat already dead people.” The ghoul explained.
“That’s still disgusting.” Kristy stated. The ghoul shrugged it’s shoulders.
“Well each to their own.”
“You just live here and eat corpses?”
“Yes.” The ghoul confirmed. “Most graveyards have at least one ghoul living in them. Now if you excuse me, I’m wanting to dig up a recent burial. I prefer to let them lie there for a few days as I don’t like the meat to be too fresh.”
Kristy walked away shaking her head in disgust. She really wished she hadn’t decided to cut through the cemetery on her way home.
This was written with the prompt Spooked provided by Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain.
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