I'm the dead animal on the road, 

and the slime on a toad.

I'm garbage and drool,

and the snot on a mule,

I am the queen of disgusting.

It was a bright sunny day and Becky's school was hosting a blood drive in the cafeteria. It was just a typical Halloween eve at Avalon High. But, something strange was afoot. The nurses were grinning, which isn't that unusual, but the grin looked evil somehow, but Becky didn't know why she thought that. It was almost like there were fangs in the nurse's mouth. That's impossible. Nurses don't have fangs, Becky thought. She shook off the idea, sure it was impossible. Later that night was the Halloween dance. The Halloween dance was a special night at Avalon High. Everybody was invited, no matter their age. But this year was different. Becky was just dancing with her friends when the moon came out and everyone but her was moving toward the stage in the corner. Becky thought that her friends were acting strange, like they were waiting for something. Or someone. Then the school principal, Mr. Brighter, walked to the stage and everyone walked to the stage. "Tonight, we feast," he yelled. "On blood." Then, everyone ran up to the blood bags. But, Becky's friends were moving toward her. They sunk their fangs into her neck and drained her blood out of her body. All that was left of her body was a shriveled up corpse and a fang in her neck. And the vampires? No one knows what happened to them. 

Last night, I took an evening stroll like I did every night, when a man ran out of the bushes, screaming "Help me! I need a cure!" The man frothed at the mouth like he had rabies and wore a shirt that was ripped at the ends. Then, he started to change. "Run, before it's—" First, his speech got cut off. Then, hair grew all over his body. Finally, he grew three times his height and hunched over toward the ground. He then snatched me up and I rose toward his mouth—slowly, ever so slowly—and I felt my bones being crunched and shattered in his mouth. The next day, the police were investigating a murder where the killer only left one, single arm on the ground in a pool of blood. It wasn't a murder however. It was a werewolf attack. How did I know all of this if I was dead? I am still out there, and ready for revenge.