“Aaahhh, here we are now”, says Ms. Witherly to her daughter. Her daughter replies to her, “I’m ready to go, ma. I love my costume, by the way. Thank you so much.” Ms. Witherly stares at her trying to convince her not to go out, but there is nothing to convince her to stay home. They both get ready to go out the door. Now, little Witherly is super excited about her costume, which is a MUMMY. Not just any mummy, either. Her imaginationative mind sets herself to be a zombie mummy. Green bandage wrapped around. Ooze coming from her facial wraps. And a hole on top of her head where her brain was supposed to be.

‘Has anyone seen the Colonel?!’, says the right hand man. Everyone looks around and nods their heads no. Wondering who they were waiting on in the first place before. No one has ever actually met the Colonel, except for, of course, the one asking all the questions and ordering others to do certain things in their group. “Here he is now”, says the man. The Colonel came flying in and just landed upon his crew saying, “Sorry about being…

‘They were not them. It was as if they never knew me’, my thought wanders thinking. “Are you guys okay?”, I asked. The only thing that could come out of their mouths was a weird groaning and grunting sound. That’s when I definitely knew that there was something wrong. Walking…