Go Zombie!
Jack and I crept quietly downstairs from his bedroom. We were both fourteen, and he was my newest friend. I was staying the night at his house for the first time. It was a little creepy because his family ran a funeral home and they had a morgue in the basement. But he’d told me he had a really cool hobby he did down there and offered to show me.
Aw, the obscure things you stumble upon if you walk off the trodden paths of the web… lol. Don’t click it if you’re at work of if you’re easily offended. Warned you ;)
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