On the Job
She nodded to the fishman, 'a zombie is in here',
He headed to the door so it would be more clear.
It was the last of the zombies told to the ectoplasmic man,
He was tied to a chair so couldn't even stand.
The zombie spoke the name of Huntley,
Then his head exploded rather timely.
Off they drove to find this man in the monestary,
It was late and dark, and awfly scary.
The path to the chapel was filled with more zombies?!?
Their guns took them down with the breeze!
Robert Huntley, 'hahahahahaha', loudly laughed!
He had dug up the grave within the building's draft.
Possessed he was with a skeleton necklace,
Then tranqualized down by the B.P.R.D. wreckless.
Yegor Kurya was the one to possess,
But his day would end with his bones six-foot caressed!
Wednesday, January 12, 2022
A Ghost Story Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Angela Tune
Story poetized from 'Another Day At the Office', Mike Mignola
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