Yet another night

Being a zombie is not a pleasant role, you have to tread on the face of the earth at some hideous hours of the day and particularly for me it is difficult because I've not understood my role clearly as of now. After my first nightly tryst, during the next convention I was given the yuckiest task of cleaning the mess of stinking blood spilled in that conference hall. The cleaning part is acceptable till certain point but the meanest eyes set on me froze not only my stale blood (if I had any in my withered body) but it surely had iced my creaky bones that I had to literally drag my feet to get out of that room quickly.

The second night I decided its time I get down to serious zombie like business. Agenda to hunt down prey afresh in my mind, I set off with the fierce wind bellowing notes of horror aided by the other nightly creatures. To set up a scarier setting I went to a dark cave in the nearby forest just adjacent to my grave and drove out the blind bats hanging upside down in their cozy hideout. It was as if the darkness had silenced all other humanly sound to pave space for other unearthly sound that would send any human awake rattling in their bed.

I reached the house I had set my foot just the night before. Hoping to hear the routine snoring sound I almost placed my foot on the threshold when the voices inside startled me. A husky female voice sounded loud and clear, "I literally had to run in the cold February rain to search for that book, I feel like killing you for putting me to such task…" I wanted to walk further and search for preys who would have surrendered themselves to slumber hours so that I would not have to hear their shriek( I'm a woman but I've never screamed in my entire human lifetime, somehow I have always dreaded that girlie habit). But that voice was talking book, a hobby I had attained from my childhood till my death. I remember reading MEMOIRS OF GEISHA and entering the Geisha world just before my mysterious death(some other time I'll tell you all how I died). So I stayed on waiting for that husky voice to talk more about the book. "I ran all over the town and none of the bookstores seemed to be having the book you asked me to buy for you." There was a pause, husky voice had stopped talking but there was no other sound, "weird!" I thought," is she talking in her sleep?" "I know it is important…….." that husky voice again. "Okay, so she must be on the phone," a bell of wisdom rang in my ears. "I know you want me to buy the book and gift-wrap it," a deep pause and again then there was a laughter. That laughter surely would qualify for a witch and I felt that we were playing role reversal here, she was like some creature of the night and I was like a human quietly waiting for mother sleep to bless me. "I bought the book." Another one of her cackles filled the night air. "And I met the Birthday girl and gave her that book with your message." Wow! Using a book to bridge two hearts, how come this idea never struck my heart during my human time? I felt like barging in that room and ask the lady what book they were discussing about in the dead hour of the night, but my rotting senses had sense enough not to make my presence felt if I didn't need a shriek, the shriek I had in mind seemed more dangerous after hearing the lady laugh. But whatever the book was, I longed to go to the grave and read myself a nice book, of course I cannot say "I wanted to go home, take a warm shower and read a nice book!" So I trudged back home via the cave intending to find a book to read before my next nightly adventure.