They were like zombies, but instead of eating her flesh, they’d walk up and say something dumb to her.
I sit beside her grave during my lunch break every damn day. It freaked me out at first, but I got used to it. It even started to feel normal. Like I was where I was meant to be.
“Went out to the garage and found my husband. He had hanged himself.”
“When I came out of the Haunted Mansion ride there were lipstick kiss marks all over my face. I did not feel anything during it and I was riding with my little brother (who was not wearing lipstick).”
“Girl adds me on Snapchat, knows my life story, secrets I’ve never even whispered, and acts like she knows me.”
Hearing them speak clear English instead of gibberish was beyond creepy. Their words didn’t even sound natural. They sounded forced, like the voice actors had guns against their heads. But it got creepier.