The mummy didn't seem to have much to say, and what he did say was muffled, so tightly wrapped was his face. He talked about needing a place to relax and unwind, maybe listen to some of his favorite music. I think he said it was rap.
"So what's up with the head?" I asked.
"Don't mind him," he said. "He's sulking. He wanted to go dancing tonight, but that never goes well. He doesn't have any body to dance with."
The vampire was my next walking mate, except when I tried to joke with him and asked if he vahnted to suck my blood, he got sort of offended. Said he wasn't that kind of vampire. He said he was more the Krispy Kreme type, explaining that he prefers to suck the jelly out of doughnuts than blood out of necks.
"I don't sparkle either," he said.
At the first major intersection, the skeleton stopped. In spite of our increasingly aggressive nudging, we couldn't get him to move.
Dracula leaned close to me and whispered, "Know why the skeleton won't cross the road?"
I shook my head.
"He doesn't have the guts."
This was a game I knew how to play.
"Know why the ghost will cross the road?" I asked. "Because he wants to get to The Other Side."
We'd been walking for a while, heading toward town, but I still had no idea what our destination would be. I was surprised when I realized it was just an ordinary, hole-in-the-wall bar.
"Why here?" I asked, and then, thinking I'd be clever, said, "Are you needing some spirits?"
"Don't be silly," said the ghost. "I'm here for the boos."
The bar wasn't crowded -- just a morose-looking Frankenstein sitting alone, plus a few zombies bumping into the walls.
The skeleton asked the bartender for a drink and a mop, and I knew I was in for a long night.
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