Alice and Dead Bob

The evening started so innocently with an invitation received in the mail.

Intriguing! Thought Alice.

 

Dead Bob!

Why, Alice hadn’t thought of Dead Bob since . . .

Well, since the funeral!

 Alice closed her eyes for a minute and breathed out a heavy sigh.  Upon opening her eyes, she realized that she had not been in her own house at all …

This was Dead Bob’s home.    

Alice couldn’t help but wonder when was the last time he cleaned.

She felt as if all eyes were upon her.

So many strange little bottles and jars

with strange disturbing names.

And no labels to check for calorie and fat content.  Alice likes to watch her figure.

No literally, she watches herself in the mirror.

Although, the Eye Candy did look appealing.

Oh, Dragon Breath!

That’s definitely Bob’s. 

How does that raven not catch fire from the candle, Alice marveled?

OOOooooo, are those Carmel apples? 

Oddly, Alice was beginning to feel at ease here.  The glow of the candles was hypnotizing.  Alice could just imagine how radiant her skin must look.

And Alice was getting hungry…she decided to try a mouse.

  Just a little over cooked… 

BOO!

Did I scare you?

Little bit Bob, Alice said.

Oh Alice, you haven’t changed a bit.

 I know! said Alice.

Remember, Alice adores herself.

Neither have you, she whispered under her breath. 

Really, not one bit since the funeral.

Not even your tux.

 

 Faster than lightening, Bob was sitting at her side…

Awkward, Alice said, as Dead Bob put his hand on her knee.

And before she knew it, Alice had smacked Bob to the ground!

Alice lets Dead Bob lay there a bit while she plays with the bats.

Her hair turned out far to perfect to let Bob ruin her evening.

 Having greatly enjoyed the knock down, Dead Bob offers Alice a drink.

 But what Alice does not see . . .

would change her future.

Just one sip, and Alice is feeling not quite herself.

She’s feeling fuzzier in the brain than normal,

She’s thinking a little blonder than usual.

  Alice turns around and Dead Bob has a present for her.

Alice loves gifts.

Her head is spinning from the drink.

My oh My, diamonds really are a girl’s best friend. 

Suddenly Bob doesn’t look so Dead. 

He’s definitely looking wealthy.

  Alice notices that Bob has a very nice smile and a good laugh…

If they just introduce his front teeth to each other.

Oh yes, Dead Bob was great fun and a pretty good dancer!

Watch the hands, Bob…

There’s talk of a wedding.

A black Wedding.

 Alice awakens in terror to the sound of her own heart beating

louder and harder than ever before,

With a candy bowl full of empty wrappers upon her lap.

WOAH!

No more candy binges for me, thought Alice.

Worst nightmare I’ve EVER had!

Alice lets out a sigh of relief,

grateful it was only a dream. 

  Until she sees the ring on her hand…

The End.

 

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