My tenth birthday was coming up in a couple of days, and like every year my parents threw me a themed party. This year is supernatural themed, and I was certain the cake would be huge. My parents bought me a zombie costume after I begged them for a month straight. I tried it on the day before, and I knew I would be the best dressed there. It was my birthday after all.
On the day of, our large backyard was decorated with Halloween like streamers, the food on the buffet table looks like human organs and other types of flesh, and the best part was the huge cake near the end of the table. To make the party creepier, we decided to hold it when the sun set. Parents and their children were all dressed up and having a great time.
The moon glistened while sitting high in the sky as the smoke machine spit out fog that spread slowly across the grass. Music was playing, and every now and again you’ll hear a creepy sound out of nowhere. Looking around, I saw happy faces on vampires, ghouls, witches, and other supernatural creatures. This was turning out to be the best party yet.
After everyone sang “Happy Birthday” to me, it was time to cut the cake. It looked like a brain, but it was strawberry shortcake; my favorite. After the first slice something seemed to change. My vision became a little foggy, and I began to stumble. Immediately, I began calling out to my parents, but their voices came out muffled.
The closer they got to me the more a burning sensation in my stomach began to increase. My knees hit the ground hard as I vomited on the grass. The muffled voices grew frantic, the pain became sickening, but suddenly my vision cleared. I stood still gripping my stomach while looking around at concerned faces. One of my friends, Amy, stood close to me.
Without a thought, I grabbed her arm and took a bite out of it. Blood sprayed me in my face as the warm liquid eased down my throat, and the meaty flesh I bit into melted on my tongue. Screams echoed into the air along with Amy’s cries, but I didn’t care. The burning in my stomach ceased, but only to be replaced with the need for more.
Amy’s mother tried to pull her daughter from my grasp, but only to be bitten in the neck. I felt her blood squirt to the back of my throat as she took her last breath. People were now either running away or standing there staring with a look a terror plastered onto their faces. I was still hungry.
I must have launched myself at another friend of mines at inhuman speed. I pounced as if I was a lion hunting in the jungle and took a bite out of his back. His screams permeated the air creating a sense of fulfillment. I felt something hit me in the back of my head hard, and then everything went black.
When I came to, my body was drenched in cold sweat, and it was daylight out. I immediately thought it was just a dream and calmed myself. I looked to my right and noticed that my alarm clock said it was just after nine. Deciding that it was time to get up, I pulled the covers off me only to find me in my zombie costume covered in blood.
Today is my 28th, and I wrote this just for the occasion. I wanted to thank you all for your support, and for reading all of my work here at Grim’s Crypt. You all remain my inspiration, and the reason I continue to write. Hope you enjoyed this!
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