I must have blacked out. Waking up in the woods, my clothes tattered and torn. I knew it had happened again. I only hope I had not killed, not slaughtered, again. I hoped that Vanessa had not been my most recent victim. I am a photographer. My name is Warren St. Norbert. Strange things have been happening to me. I was on an assignment in England, taking black and white photos of graveyards, in the cold rain of England. I witnessed a grave robbing. I took photos from behind large tomb stones, unseen and unheard. Or so I thought. The scene was right out of some macabre Boris Karloff movie. The pair of night ghouls wore dark clothing and scarves. I was mesmerized and chilled to the bone with fright and the freezing night air. I watched as the ghoulish duo went about their ghastly business of unburying the recently deceased corpse. I wondered at what the reason could be. Surely in this modern day, no such beings had thoughts of reanimating the dead as Mary Shelly dreamt so long ago. 2008-07-23T18:24:45Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/33919 <p>neeeat!!</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/33919?basename=82445 2008-07-23T18:24:45Z smarty101 http://ficlets.com/authors/lle97 <p>Brilliant how worked in Boris Karloff and Mary Shelley.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/33919?basename=70236 2008-06-12T14:55:54Z PyroPunk 51 (PPP LoA) http://ficlets.com/authors/pyropunk