A word of warning. I’ll be posting horror all week.
Reader discretion is advised.
If you’re still here, welcome to Halloween Week!
“I know it. The moment I turn my back they’ll kill me.” Dale shifted uneasily. The fear in his hands was so prominent he had barely been able to make the call. He watched, wondering how long a person could stare without blinking.
Tucker yawned, he had expected this call. “Dude, chill out. They move, it’s a nerve thing. I freaked out the first time as well, everybody does. Look, first shift in the morgue, late at night, it would be weird if you didn’t freak out a little,” he said, reassuring his friend from the safety of his lounge room couch.
“Thanks, that helped. I feel a bit calmer.” He paused. “Hey, how long did it take you to get used to their eyes?” Dale asked.
“What do you mean?”
“You know, the staring, the way their eyes follow you wherever you go.”
Tucker sat up, suddenly alert. “Dale, they’re dead, their eyes don’t move.”
The English word “zombie” was first recorded in 1819, in a history of Brazil by the poet Robert Southey, in the form of “zombi”. The Oxford English Dictionary gives the word’s origin as West African and compares it to the Kongo words nzambi (god) and zumbi or nzumbi (fetish). Some authors also compares it to the Kongo word vumbi (mvumbi) (ghost, revenant, corpse that still retains the soul), (nvumbi) (body without a soul).