Entry 238: All The Pretty Dead Things

I look at their corpses

I put them on display

Sometimes I make love to them

They provide for me,

In many ways

The way their lips feel

So cold

Sometimes I reanimate them

They have no will

Of their own

All The Pretty Dead Things

Love me

Just last week

I creeped into a new home

The couple had just moved in

I thought to myself

I needed a baby for my collection

So I came in that night

Breathing slowly…

I stood in the corner

Staring at her

She was the sweetest little girl

Snow white

I thought to myself

You’ll be perfect for me

So I took the little girl

Held her in my arms

I felt a warmth

I’d never felt before

Yes, this one was perfect & pure

I needed her parents to know

What was about to happen

I screamed

They ran in

Once the door opened

I quieted baby

Shh…I told her

Sleep now my snow white

You’ll join All The Pretty Dead Things

Tonight…

You’ll be the perfect addition to my collection

The parents looked to be in shock…

I put a finger up to my mouth

Quieting them

To their surprise they could not speak

The father pulled a gun on me

He fired every round he had

It really was quite sad…

You can’t kill me I said

A warm smile on my face

I’ll be back to add you to my collection too

I looked down

My little Snow White in hand

Then…

I TORE INTO HER CHEST!

I had her heart

In my hand

Such a funny thing…

Humans need these things to live

Not anymore though,

My Snow White

You’ll join All The Pretty Dead Things now…

I ate her heart

The Mom tried screaming in pain

She’d been silenced though

Pulling out her phone

I thought to myself

How are you gonna use that now?

I drained the electronics…

Everything fell dead

Ah what the hell…

They can join me tonight too

I disappeared

Set baby’s body aside

Then returned

Looking the mortified parents in the eyes

I smiled coldly now

My face I imagine was quite grim…

I ripped the flesh right off the Mother’s body!

Too bad no one could scream

I think her husband,

Pissed himself

Now now, I don’t want you to spoil things

I want the flavor to be just right

At the end of the night…

I sent the Mother to my domain

Then I came over to the baby’s Father

Tim, was his name I think?

I read his mind

I could see his every desire

I slowly walked up to him

It was then I got real close

Licking his face

…Mmmm…that taste!

Feeling his body

His simultaneous lust & fear

I kissed him

Vomiting maggots down his throat

I let them grown inside of him…

I told him to sit where he was

Wait as they slowly tear out of him…

There he sat for the next few days

Feeling flies & maggots growing from within

Slowly they made their way out

Some planting more eggs within his brain…

It was quite nice, when I’d visit him…

He would scream but,

Having taken his voice

I got to watch his silent agony

You see, the look of silent terror

Is far scarier than hearing the pain…

It’s perfect

Or…

It soon will be

I pleasured myself as he died…

Agonizingly slowly…

Then, when the time was right

I cut off his manhood

Stuck it on a stick

Used it as a meaty lollipop

I have to say…

It tasted delicious!

I brought him home

To join his wife & child…

Everyone reunited again

I put Tims body on display

Some maggots still crawling in & out of him

The proper lighting,

A glass case

Yes, that’ll do beautifully

He makes for quite the trophy…

His wife placed next to me

She does whatever I wish

Sometimes I just keep her there

In place

Not re-animating any part of her

Other times

I use her for pleasure or pain

She is my plaything

As for their dear daughter

I sewed her chest back up

Reanimating her back to a life…of a sort

After all,

She warmed my heart

Perhaps,

I can teach her all I know

I’ll never die

Not by any human means anyways

It’d be nice though

To have someone around who understands me

With the right sort of magic

I can even make her age

Once I have her in the perfect state

She can be a protege

…Maybe…

For now though

She is another part of my collection

Another friend to keep me company

When I get lonely

I go out again

Collecting flesh

Killing happily

Sometimes I bring the dead back with me…

You see…

All The Pretty Dead Things

Make for wonderful

…Company…

*Sinister laughter as she sucks her Meat Lollipop*

-All The Pretty Dead Things-

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