the thirteenth time I caught me best mate Horace taking a shit into an open grave I had to say something.

"oy, Horace. Why are you taking a constitutional on that dead old person?Shouldn't you be filling that hole, with dirt?" Horace was paid to fill in graves with nearby dirt with his shovel.

"s... s... someone raped my brain so now I'm different!" he blathered blatantly before bashing something that started with b.

"whoa bruv, let's take this one step at a time. first .. where's that ten dollars you owe me?" I screamed.

Horace leapt forth at me baring his wickedly crooked and sharp teeth with a manic hatred in his eyes and upon his entire visage.

I punched the shit outta his eye bone and his orbital sprockets went a scatter cross the road. I'm strong.

As Horace went down like your mom's for a minute it was then that I noticed the specter lurking in the bushes. it was hot.

"hey, specter. did you take advantage of my friends mind and make him into a monster?""

".....no." it was smiling.

"I like you're smile. it reminds me of a morning rain."

it blushed and came from behind the brush. the outfit it was wearing was tight and skimpy, it had big boobs or a bulging crotch or something. whatever people like, it was huge.

"you embarrass me stranger." it demured.

"rose petals couldn't beseech such a scent, gods fail in want of creating such beauty. Tell me, what is your name?" I was wearing a top hat so I looked cool.

".... I'm sorry I did bad things to your friends brain. maybe we can, I don't know... grab something to eat? like someone's brain, or a virgins heart?"

I thought for a second before stepping closer.

".. I know some virgins."

It giggled and danced as I watched. for like two hours.


© All Rights Reserved