If you're a type that may have bad dreams then please don't read this story. For this is not about make believe, but rather this is about
living dead. I would have ran for my life if only I had realized that I was talking to a dead person. Because such a thing happening was so unexpected, I just never imagined that person could have been dead when I was talking to her.
It all started out as a normal Friday night. I was a young teen and love and spring were both in air. My girlfriend wanted to go on Roller Coaster, so I waited on her stoop as she made all those preparations that females make even when they're going on a Roller Coaster ride.
Few males will ever understand what it is that woman do to themselve's that takes them so long to pretty themselve's up, but wiser male of species soon learns that time is better spent waiting on his Ladies stoop and chatting with entire neighborhood rather than sitting on her sofa with no one to kill time with.
I looked down to light a cigarrete and suddenly there was a woman before my eyes that seemed to come out of no where.
"Will you break my door down for me,?" she asked.
"Wouldn't it be smarter to call a locksmith,?" I replied.
"You don't understand. I've been wearing these same clothes for three years now and I need to get into my apartment to change what I'm wearing," she said.
