October 8 Entry 11

OooOOoOooooOOOoOoOooooOOOO! Scary voice! I shall now speak from the mouth of Smattley, my own resident ghostman! What say you, Smattley? "I say! Why are all the buildings opaque? Why, back in the olden days, when all the ghosts were runnin' around, we had transparent buildin's every-darn-where! Only place we could live, us ghosts. On top o' that, there's no ghost-food! Where's all the moldy bread and bloody-bacon?! And the zombie-burgers, boy, the zombie-burgers! Those sure was delicious. Too bad dem zombies was so hard to kill. Ah, I remember old times when we had possess'o'parties. Everybody would go down ta the old graveyard and force all the zombies out of their hidey-holes, graves or whatever ya call 'em. Then we'd all possess 'em and whack each other to death. It was even better when we could find some guns or sticks or high-powered grenade launchers. Ah, the memories..."

Yes, Smattley, it sure was. Now go! Leave my house! Away with thou!