Evil Corpse In Post Mortem Habitation

twisted chains in the very fabric of their existence... come join in the resistance shattered glass out on the patio vanished corpse out of thin air in peril the vortex shimmers at the call of nature strangled by fragments of false decorum we left a sign out in the parchment area having no visitors allowed inside of property an infested entity filled with torn mockery the smell permeates the weight of the skull still I have a good story to tell a funeral director decided to sleep on the job at night it would send quite a bit of fright the notion of cobwebs woke him from his sleep tiny creatures manifested themselves out on the corridor alone in his tiny egg shelled frame the man went totally insane his eyes were as clear crystal evil throwing things in the air he was a loose cannon walking over to a corpse he threw himself on top vomit came out of his system along with maggot infested feces... he collapsed in the silence of the room a candle was lit near by as it fluttered it started a fire on the ceiling.. it was to late for the director he died a horrible death yet for some reason his body was fully intact they gave him a funeral with all the trimmings a flash of light grew nearby then there was the fly many years would pass still having every reason to grasp a tailor knocked on the door there lay the corpse in post mortum habitation now was a very good time to take a break on a long awaited vacation.