♦The jingle-jingle and cracking of skeleton bones, the solemn, beautiful, melancholy songs of ghosts wailing their sorrows, the occasional cackling laughter of the folks around here. This was a regular occurrence at the land of the dead. And while the deceased Winifred Barnett would rather be back home, she eventually adapted to this new of living after her untimely death. Kicking the bucket of such youth and innocence was heartbreaking among the dead, and those newcomers were welcome with open arms. Winnie was almost starting to feel at home among her deceased companions.
Despite permanent death being a concept to be feared, the afterlife was not too bad… Sure she could only visit the island under special occasions with no ability to contact her loved ones, and yeah, there’s also the fact that whatever happens she’ll never return to her original homecountry again… The folks are kindly! Skeletons and ghosts and other spooky creatures mingled around, their raspy and echoing laughs and chatter ringing among the cool black and grey sky above the heads of the dead. Glasses of nightmare fuel clicked together, skeletons and ghosts taking deep gulps.
“Almost full moon, ay Winnie girl?” She heard the ragged whisper of one of her skeleton pals, a bony head jerked up to reveal a cream-colored sphere hanging lazily in the sky, steadily rising to join the world above. Despite low chances of getting out of here, she remained optimistic. Maybe this moon. Maybe.
A loud thud sounded far off, attracting practically everyone’s attention, including Winnie’s. Hollow eyes scanned far off for the source of the sound, where a white haze was gathering around a current area. Gasps, mutters, and whispers of confusion sounded all around her. Winnnie could catch few words such as ‘another living’ and ‘not turn out well’. Without a second thought, Winnie joined the few who decided to investigate.