"Don't fight me, Emma Changeling!" snarled the angry, vicious preacher. Pinning my arms to the ground, I struggled to free myself of Father Miracle's grasp. I screamed and squirmed to free myself of his trap.
I couldn't stop screaming my head off. "No! No! Get off me, now!" I said, kicking and thrashing my legs to kick the vampire priest off my body. He didn't give up whatever he was about to do to me.
I screamed madly and tossed my head aside back and forth. As I struggled to pry myself loose of the preacher's wrath. My eyes opened wide with fright. As I stared at what Father Miracle was about to do next to me.
He started laughing wickedly. I watched as his mouth opened. Showing me his sharp fangs, drooling on my face. I screamed high-pitched wails of defeat. As I watched the vampire priest continue to open his mouth wider.
I couldn't help but scream even more. When I saw a black cobra snack crawl out of the priest! I couldn't believe he was still laughing about this! I was beyond grossed out myself. I tossed my head and forth and tried kicking my legs to knock the priest off me. "No! No! No!" I screamed, like a frightened little scaredy-cat.
"Shut up!" Father Miracle cried in a deep, demonic voice of pure evil. Then, he took his long, pale hand, and slapped me against the side of my face. He continued laughing evilly at my face. I watched with horror, as the black cobra snack continued to crawl out of the preacher's mouth.
Taking his pale, long skinny black-painted fingernailed hand, he used it to pry open my mouth. I squirmed and continued to scream muffled in my voice as I tried to bite the vampire priest's hands off my face. But he got mad and slapped me again. I had no choice but to watch as he pried my mouth open with his skinny fingers.
As my eyes grew wide with fear, I watched as the black cobra snake continued slithering out of Father Miracle's mouth. I could feel the snake's red forked tongue flicker out of its beady little head at my lips. Before it started entering my mouth, I knew this was going to gross me out for life.
Just as the black cobra snake started going into my pried open mouth, I closed my eyes and waited for it to be over with. I could hear the snake hissing as it started to go into my open mouth. When suddenly, I closed my eyes. Then, I heard the sound of something slicing a body part in half. As I heard a heavy thud roll across the front lawn.
I croaked and opened my eyes. Staring into the face of the grim reaper, carrying a bloody scythe in his hands. He kindly helped me to my feet. Taking the black cobra snake in his other free hand, the grim reaper tossed it in the air. Waved his fingers at the snake before it fell again. Then, suddenly, it transformed into a white dove. And flew away into the night.
I turned to watch the grim reaper pick up the severed head of the priest, on the ground, next to me. "You'll thank me later when I get the ghosts to keep from getting restless, around here," said the grim reaper, in a deep, robust, manly voice.
Suddenly, I gasped. When I heard my two children coming out of the chapel. "Mom?" they both asked, sounding spooked. I didn't want them to be afraid of the grim reaper. But I didn't know how dangerous this spirit would be to little kids.
"Go back inside the chapel, kids!" I shouted to them. "Don't walk on soil ground! Or you'll wake up the dead!" I spoke. But they weren't listening to me. They continued walking toward me, hugging themselves from the cold, chilly night air.
It was too late. Looking around the side of the church, I saw the graveyard was filled with staggering zombies coming out of their graves. "I really don't have time to save everybody, around here," snapped the grim reaper, angrily.
I could hear them howling and getting closer step by step. "Kids! Listen to me! You're safe in the chapel!" I cried. But they weren't listening. That's when I turned to the side of the church as I watched hopelessly. As I saw a couple of undead zombie's stagger toward my kids at the steps of the church.
My children didn't see them, at first. But when they disappeared in the shadows of the moonlight, they turned to their side. And screamed! "Do something, reaper!" I shouted and screamed for help to the ghost.
"There's nothing I can do, Emma," growled the grim reaper, angrily. "The only way for this to get any better. Is to let your children join the ranks of undead. If you don't let me, get them turned, you'll be sorry," said the grim reaper.
"Get inside the chapel, kids!" I said, completely ignoring the grim reaper. But my two children were too frightened to obey. When suddenly, we all jumped with fright. At the sound of a gunshot being fired. Looking back at the chapel, we turned and saw Russell, my husband came to our rescue!
He carried a silver shotgun in his hand. And started firing silver bullets at the heads of the little zombie kids, who kept staggering toward us. "I can't hold them all forever, kids," Russell said. "Granny is waiting for us on the side of the afterlife. She is waiting for us to be turned into undead walking zombies. If we get what your Granny wants from the monsters, to make us gifted, the curse of this town will be lifted," said Russell.
I don't think my children were listening to my husband. I quickly grabbed hold of the grim reaper's bloody scythe in his bony skeleton hands. I started screaming a victory cry and started whacking the heads off the undead zombie children, staggering all over the church lawn.
I didn't care how violent I was getting in front of the children. But I didn't want to be bloodsucking monsters of darkness to be cursed for eternity. "Stay here, kids," Russell said, to my kids. They nodded and watched from the open front door to the chapel.
As Russell and I started attacking the zombie kids who kept crawling out of their graves from behind the church in the backyard. Too many undead souls couldn't be stopped just by two mortals with no real power to do anything about them.
But as Russell and I continued attacking the zombie children, there was nothing I wanted more to do, than make sure all the dead children in this town stayed dead. The grim reaper laughed and watched with guilty pleasure as Russell used his gun to fire silver bullets at the walking dead child's forehead. It was so easy to do. I continued protecting my children as I crazily whacked off another zombie girl's dead head.
It was almost midnight on Halloween. I wanted this to be over before I knew it. When suddenly, granny's ghost appeared in the moonlight in the front yard of the chapel. All the undead dead kids stopped coming after us. We stood in awe as granny's ghost appeared in a glow of beautiful light and warm welcoming spirit.
"Emma, love," granny said, "the ghosts in the graveyard are on the loose. I don't have much time until I go back to the afterlife. It will be over for all of us, very soon," granny said. There wasn't much we could do to get away from Granny's ghost. She floated toward us, arms outstretched. Then, she went through our bodies. We fell to the ground, defeated.
TO BE CONTINUED