Bob the Zombie by Jaime Johnsee

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This book has a bit of a funny take on the zombie genre.

Bob is a teenager that dies in a freak accident.  His mother contacts a necromancer to bring him back to life.  Unfortunately, he is not fully restored to life.  Bob becomes a zombie and now must navigate through life with typical zombie problems, such as his flesh rotting off and having to staple himself back together.

I enjoyed reading the book and found it to be entertaining.

 

 

Supernatural Experience

I was in a house that was over 100 years old and had been turned into a museum.  While standing next to one of the exhibits I heard a deep growling voice that said, “Get out.”

There was only me and one other person in the room.  We were facing each other and both us heard the voice.

I cannot say where that sound came from, maybe it was wind blowing through the rafters or something like that.  I have no explanation for what I heard, but it was creepy.

Have you ever had a supernatural experience or something happen that you could not explain?  If so, tell me about it in the comment section.

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The Cannibalistic Ghost

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My name is Jason Prescott and my story starts on an ordinary day, doing ordinary things. Isn’t that how these stories always start?

My wife Lacy and I decided to spend our Saturday afternoon checking out local antique stores.  Lacy found a beautiful table.  It was large, made of sold oak, and exquisite looking.  The price tag said the table was marked down to ten dollars; however, it was easily worth a hundred times that amount.

That probably should have been a clue that something was wrong.  In our excitement, we didn’t even think about that and bought the table on the spot.

We put the table in our dinning room and went to bed.  I kept hearing strange noises throughout the night.  It sounded like wind sweeping through tree leaves.  I checked all the windows to make sure they were closed and then I went back to bed.

In the morning, I went into the dinning room and found our new table was covered in a red sticky substance.  I asked my wife about it and she was just as flabbergasted as I was.

We cleaned the table and took the dirty rags to the laundry room.  When we returned our table was once again covered in red sticky stuff and a man was standing next to it.

This was no ordinary man.  I could see right through him, so I figured he had to be a ghost.  His eyes were evil and when he opened his mouth, blood came pouring out of it.

We both screamed and rushed out of the house.

I went to the antique store and asked the owner about the table.  At first she tried to ignore me and kept saying she didn’t accept returns.  Finally, I got in her face and yelled, “What are you not telling me!”

She looked down in shame and said the table belonged to Frank Stein.  Frank was a serial killer that used to cook his victims and serve them to his unsuspecting friends on that table.  He was executed just a few weeks ago.

I was sickened by the very thought of what Frank had done.  I started trembling with fear.  My wife was home alone with the ghost of a cannibal.

I jumped in my car and flew home.  I was speeding out of control and ran every stop sign along the way.  I had to get back as soon as possible.

Part of me was thinking, “This is crazy.  There is no such thing as ghosts.  What could a ghost do anyway?”  I also know what I saw in my dinning room.  I know Frank Stein is in my house and just as evil now as he was when he was alive.

I entered the house and called out to my wife several times, but she didn’t answer.  I approached the dinning room door, I was filled with so much fear my body reacted by vomiting on the floor.  My head was spinning and I felt like I was about to faint.

I slowly raised my hand and opened the door.  There was my wife dead on the table and Frank Stein was standing over her with a fork and a knife.  Frank looked at me with an evil grin. His eyes blazed red and blood was dripping from his mouth.

I screamed and started running toward the front door.  It felt like my legs were made of rubber.  I could feel Frank’s breath on the back of my neck and it smelled rotten.  Somehow, I made it out the door and collapsed in the yard.

Frank stood at the window and started laughing.

I went to the garage and grabbed several cans of gasoline.  I poured the gas all around the house and set it on fire.  It may seem drastic, but I wanted to destroy Frank and everything he touched in the house.

The fire department and the police arrived on the scene.  I was questioned extensively, of course no one believed my story.

I was convicted of murdering my wife and sentenced to spend the remainder of my life in the Shelly Psychiatric Center for the Criminally Insane.

My only comfort is knowing I severed Frank Stein’s tie to this world and he can never harm another person.

Alex Kerley and the Terror of Bigfoot

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This book is part of the Monster Hunters series by Douglas Tanner, which is aimed at adolescents and young adults.  I decided to read it, because 44 is young.  Right?

Anyway, it was an interesting book.

The main character, Alec, discovers his dad works for a top secret government agency in charge of tracking and dealing with monsters, when a family vacation inadvertently turns into a hunt for Bigfoot.

The book is well written and full of twist and turns that will keep the reader’s attention.  If you are young or youngish, I would recommend this book.

Dead Children’s Playground

Maple Hill Cemetery is the oldest cemetery in Huntsville, Alabama.

On the grounds of the cemetery, there is a park.  It is located at the bottom of what looks like a crater.  The official name is Maple Hill Park; however, locals call it Dead Children’s Playground.

It is a popular place for paranormal investigators and ghost hunters to visit or conduct research.  According to local folklore, the park is haunted by the children in the cemetery.  At midnight, they come out to play on the swings.  It is said, the swings will start moving and you can hear children laughing in the middle of the night.

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