Respect Your Ghost
yourackicrack
You knew.
You motherfucking knew.
The walls were covered in crimson and mixed with your own purple. The gaping hole that was your mouth could form no words, seeing as you have no tongue. You had torn out what was keeping your lips sealed.
Speak no evil?
honk
Your nightmares had returned and you had to scream--a sound so terrible it turned the closest to you deaf. And they were back.
HONK.
But your attention was attracted to the sound of footsteps, causing you to turn. Liquid dripped to the floor from your mouth, as your eyes would take in the sight. Oh...
A fucking men, /he/ was here.
‘AND THE SOULS OF THE DEPARTED WILL RIIISE AGAIN TO BE MOTHERFUCKING CULLED ONCE AGAIN IN HIS NAME.’
‘CAN I GET AN A MOTHERFUCKING MEN HERE?!’
‘I CANT FUCKING HEAR YOU, FILTH.’
honk
You would whirl to face the wall, to see the slumped forms there. You would reach down and grab the collar of their shirt, lifting them up. The fucker had to go and lose his head over a miracle, huh?
HONK
You threw them to the side, a pile growing in a corner of this human ‘store’ that you’d taken over.
:o)
So when the door to the entrance opened with the telling ringing of a bell, you would grin widely, opening your arms to the sides.
‘ W̠̫̘̥̬͡ͅE̶̻̱̟̪̕L̨͖̮Ć̢̘̙͝O̸̢͇̪͓̯̻̞̗̞M̰̪E͙̮̻͚̟̦̩ T̶̪̤̀Ọ̵͚̱̰͓ ̛̻̰̳̥̤̤̻T̞̼̹̪̹͜H̴̩̤̬͍̤̱̘ͅͅE̵̝̭̘̳͔̼͚̮ ͚͜S͘҉͍͇̺͇͓̮̹̱H͎̬̹̼̫̯̺̀͡O҉̷͈̰̰̳͓W̵̩̝̥͈̘̹’
