ghost

day time

In the pale light of the moon, John wandered through the graveyard, his decaying flesh barely visible under the cloak of darkness. The night had been long, and as the first rays of sunlight began to pierce through the thick fog, he knew it was time to retreat to his tomb. The graveyard was no place for a zombie during the day, as the sun's rays could reduce him to ashes.

As he made his way back, he couldn't help but think about Billie, the enchanting zombie he had met just a few nights ago. Her presence had breathed life, or rather, death, into his lonely existence. Her ghostly figure and haunting eyes had captivated him, and he found himself longing for her company.

But their love was forbidden, for the ghostly inhabitants of the graveyard despised any form of connection between the living dead. They believed that love was a curse, a reminder of the life they had lost. John knew that if their secret was discovered, they would face the wrath of the vengeful ghost that haunted the graveyard.

As he reached his tomb, John couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. He sensed a presence lurking in the shadows, watching his every move. He glanced around, but there was no one in sight. The air grew heavy with a sense of foreboding, and he hurriedly closed the tomb's heavy stone door, seeking refuge from the impending danger.

Little did he know, the ghost had awoken from its slumber, its eyes burning with fury and jealousy. It had witnessed John and Billie's forbidden love blossoming amidst the tombstones, and now it was determined to tear them apart. The ghost's ethereal form floated above the graveyard, plotting its next move, ready to unleash its wrath upon the unsuspecting lovers.