The Ghoul Feast

Pale things.

Gruesome and gleeful.

Full of dark joy. Mewling in twisted pleasure.

Covered in tarry blood and foul ichor.

Wicked grins flashing pointed teeth. Tattered bloody lips pulled back. Milky white eyes with no pupils that penetrate the gloom.

Blue Veins barely pulsing underneath pale skin pulled tautly over their bones. Bones pushing out against its skin..

Distorted and Depraved from eating the cold flesh of the formerly living.

They are the anatomy of the terrible and physiology of fear made flesh.

The emaciated beings give off the strange and eerie odor of decay and decomposition, of sickly sweet corruption and bitter grave mould.

The coffin is opened with a groaning creak. Gulping, tearing, slitting, ripping and cracking. Dislocating and chewing echoes in the dark mausoleum in a frenzy.

Cartilage and bones crack wetly. Flesh tears with a sound like wet ripping cloth. The cold flesh is swallowed noisily. Titters of pleasure and shuffling sounds accompany.

Then begins the sucking of bone marrow with long slobbering sounds.

Bloated rats scurry and slaver around the grotesque meal. Pink tails as thick as fingers. They bound around clawed pallid feet for scraps of offal.

Lapping up the cold life fluids of the dead. Whiskers twitching with each gurgling mewling laugh of the feasting wretches.

The light of the moon casts lunatic shadows on the grotesque feast, the degenerate banquet.

Femurs are broken and jawbones clatter. Eyeballs are exquisite, sucked before bursting between pointed teeth.

Intestines are pulled like ropes and livers and stomachs are split. Nothing goes to waste.

Maniacal Laughter echoes across the mausoleum booming full of twisted mirth.

Now for the tenderest portion of all. The skull cracks with the swift blow of a mouldy brick. Beholden the most wondrous of treats. The succulent brain quivers like delicious jelly.

Will you partake? Welcome to the feast!