Dead Christmas — Paul Bennett

The group of carol singers walked down the cold street rubbing their gloved hands, and they were laughing and joking. There were six kids' three boys and three girls, and two adults who were teachers at their school. The night was getting colder and the group blew out steam from their mouths as they walked. Each member held a song book, but they mainly sang jingle bells and little donkey they knew them two off by heart. It had been a good night so far and they had done a lot of door to door singing, and even sang in an old people's home. One of the teachers was feeling apprehensive he saw dark shadows in alley ways, and heard screams in the distance, the dead were walking the streets of England he had heard it on the news. He looked at the other teacher a small older woman and smiled. Little Greg kicked the girl up the back side in front of him, not hard he only done it for fun. The girl turned and gave him a hard stare and he shrugged his little shoulders, and smiled at her. They came to a large house and the lead teacher opened the gate and they all walked up the pathway to the front door. Some of the decorations in the main window looked lopsided, and a string of lights was broken as if something had fallen onto them. The tall teacher rang the bell and stood with the others, Okay jingle bells again, he said to them all as they waited for the front door to open. He noticed that the door knocker was in the shape of some kind of demon, and it seemed to growl at the group. There was a fumbling from inside as if the person couldn't get the door open. Then the door latch caught, and the door started to swing open. Dashing through the snow in a one-horse open sleigh, over the fields we go laughing all the way, oh jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way. The singing stopped dead as the door opened wide and about four zombies rushed at them................................................................................................................