The chickens. Hello, fearlings. Here's another
horror short just for you. Conrad had run afoul
of the law, stealing a chicken. When the cops
finally had him cornered, he savagely tore into
its flesh, trying to eat the bird alive. No one
could fathom why he did it, being that he was
the town's most outspoken vegan. He would do
things like stare at people eating burgers with
judgmental looks, or there was that week he protested
by himself outside of Henry Hogg's smokehouse.
Any person who could stand outside that place
with the wonderful smell of barbecue filling
the air and not go inside and get lunch is dedicated
to their ideology. But there he was, eating a
screaming chicken raw on Main Street, surrounded
by officers. Once the police got him in cuffs,
he went mad, yelling at them, saying the chickens
would kill us all. That was three weeks ago,
and by God, I wish we'd listened. Good night,
fearlings. Undead law firm. Hello, fearlings.
Here's a horror short just for you. Jack had
a lot of questions when bitten by a zombie at
the gas and slurp. Why was this man with worm
-infested eyes biting me? Can I keep my job as
a line cook at Lenny's? Would I be able to collect
my own life insurance policy if I was undead?
And finally, why did Bob push me into a zombie
and run in the first place? Becoming a flesh
-eating monster can be scary. But here at the
law firm of zombies, ghouls, and slightly asymmetrical
vampires, we have your back. We help the living
prepare in case of a life after heartbeats, and
we're helping the newly turned navigate the rules
and regulations so many of our kind find ghouling.
We'll make sure your life insurance can be paid
out to you in case you come back from the dead.
If your job tries to fire you because your skin
is decaying and you smell like unrefrigerated
pork, we'll take them to court. Here at ZG and
SAV. We go that extra mile for your undead rights.
So whether you live near a graveyard and want
to be prepared for a zombie flash mob, or you
rise from the grave after falling for the old
cute goth girl actually thinks you're funny trap,
call us. We'll bite for you. Good night, Freelings.
Grocery shopping. Hello, Freelings. Here's a
horror short just for you. Tammy slowly snuck
through the grocery store as low as she could
get. Ten zombies shambled throughout the aisles.
She was starving. When the end of the world started,
she escaped to the forest, but she was no survivalist.
Days passed, and she had to find food. She turned
down the center aisle, where she found at least
50 cans of food scattered across the floor. Besides
their labels missing, they looked good. Tammy
felt like she struck gold. All she needed to
do was go unnoticed and grab four or five cans.
Carefully, she worked her way up the aisle. Each
step was calculated. She had to move fast. Just
as she put the final can in her bag, a zombie
rounded the corner. It let out a horrible groan,
declaring that it was dinner time. Tammy grabbed
her bag and started to run. In life, these people
had never run. But as zombies, suddenly they
were Olympic sprinters. She weaved her way through
them as they tried to take her down to dine on
her flesh. Just as she was about to escape, one
of them hooked her arm. She spun and was able
to break free, but her bag opened, causing all
but one of the cans to fly out. With no options
left, she fled the store. Later, at her campsite,
she opened the can to find creamed corn. It was
the best meal she'd had in days. Good night,
fearlings. Heart problem. Hello, fearlings. Here's
a horror short just for you. Elton had a problem.
His heart had a mind of its own lately. It had
its own thoughts and dreams. It had become sentient.
At first, Elton thought the new voice he heard
was his own mind playing tricks on him. He tried
to ignore it, but it became louder and louder.
Stop eating so much junk food. Stop walking so
fast. Why do you need me to send so much blood
below your waist? After a while, he realized
it wasn't his subconscious. It was his heart.
The complaints changed as well. It's always dark
here. Your blood tastes too much like iron. I
want to see the world. The heart had grown an
eye in its center and taste buds in its valves
to experience life, but it found being confined
unfulfilling. It wanted to see the world. It
wanted freedom. His heart dreamt of better things.
Elton's body was found by his sister. She screamed
and almost fainted at the brutality of the scene
she beheld. Elton's chest had been ripped open.
Blood was everywhere. There was no sign of struggle,
no break -in, and no prints. Just a trail of
blood that ended at the doggy door. The case
went cold. Investigators would always wonder,
who stole Elton's heart? Good night, fearlings.
Dealing with a demon. Hello, fearlings. Here's
a horror short just for you. Richard knew that
the man at the bar was not a man. It was blurry
for one thing. It shimmered just out of focus.
At first, he thought his eyes were the issue,
but after looking around the bar, he understood
that this was a demon. It was talking up women
who seemed not to notice the same thing Richard
had. He didn't know them, but something told
him that the thing was hunting and something
terrible was going to happen. He approached it,
and within moments, he was able to get the women
to leave. Hey, buddy, I'm trying to get laid
here and you're chicken blocking me, the thing
said. That's not the right saying. You meant
to say, never mind, look. I can tell you're not
human, and you mean those girls harm. Really?
Interesting. You shouldn't be able to see me
at all. Doesn't matter. You can't keep me from
them. The blonde is half in the bag, and I'll
do what I want. You try to stop me again, I'll
drag you to hell too, it replied. Does it have
to be those two, or can I give you an alternative,
Richard asked. No, it doesn't, and sure, but
it better be good. My wife is sleeping with another
man. They're together right now. Here's the address.
Have fun, Richard smiled. Good night, Fairlings.