Day CCXXVIII

The Chase

     “Oh noooo!” Morgana screamed, as she turned around, opened the door, and ran the other way,

     “Any place be bettah than hea, girl!”

     “I’m right behind ya…open da doh!” Sonia shrieked.

     “Which one, which one, Sonia? Morgana pleaded.

     “Ida na, how da hail should I na, I neva bin hea befo.”

     “Na we na why he da Ghoul!”

     “Oh sheeeet sheet sheet, we don done fo!”

     “Oh sheet, lookey da lil guy’s almost hea, an he’s still got da bloody knife.”

     “Open a doh bitch!”

     “Which one?”

     “I don ca, any doh, jest open a facking doh, ya dumb hoe!”

     She opened a door, and in front of her there was a shinny casket with a corpse resting peacefully.

       “Oh no!” They ran to the next door, and Sonia opened it to find another deceased at peace.

      “Oh lawdy, please don’t let em wakey up!” Morgana cried.

      “Da he is, lookey lookey!” Sonia screamed, pointing at Iggy.

     “Oh nooooo!” They rushed him, knocked him to the ground, and ran down the hallway.

    Unhurt, somewhat amused, Iggy got up and stood in the middle of the hallway. He smiled, and wondered who these two crazy girls were running all over his place in a panic. They ran to another room and opened the door, and then another, and another, they were all the same, with people in their final resting place. But to them in their acid induced psychosis, they were sleeping vampires.

So they kept running.

    “They Vampiahs!” Morgana cried.

    “Ina, Ina Ina, I ain’t stooopid!”

    “Santa Barbara, Santa Barbara…puhleeeease!”

    “Santa Barbara my ass bitch…run!”

    When finally they reached the last door, poor Iggy was right behind them, they rushed in, and ran behind the coffin. Iggy followed them, still holding the scalpel.