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You walk down one of the many paths throughout the graveyard and bend down to pick up another rotting bouquet of flowers. You had with you a trash bag that you dragged behind you, dumping in any trash you found along your way. Behind you as you walked, you let your skinny tail swish around. It was the only sign to your annoyed state.
You’re a young ghoul new to the church. Being so new, you often get left with more of the grunt work. Menial but hard tasks like cleaning the entire abbey, floor to ceiling, washing all the stained glass, running paperwork around, and so on. Today’s chore that was so kindly given to you from your superior ghoul, was to clean up the small graveyard behind the church. To ‘keep up appearances’ as he put it. You had at first protested, saying that leaving it alone would do more for appearances than anything you could do, but in the end you still found yourself picking up sticks off the graves of the unholy.
You continued walking and cleaning up the yard before coming to a fresh grave far in the back corner.
“Huh. That’s odd.” You say to yourself under your breath. As far as you were aware, there haven't been any new burials. Looking around you, you take account of your surroundings. There was a weak spot in the nearby fence, maybe someone had snuck in to bury their loved one? You shake your head, that was absurd. And while your brain did continue to try to figure out where this new grave came from you knew ultimately it wasn’t your problem nor did you care. You glance at the name on the grave. Mary Goore, funny the name sounded familiar.
“What are you doing?” A curious voice from behind you made you jump. You try to fake composure as you turn to look at the voice. A young, deathly pale guy with blood dripping down his face leaned over the gravestone behind where you stood.
“Excuse me?” You were still a little startled that there was someone else in the graveyard with you.
“Are you going to look at my grave all day or are you going to do something?” His response made you pause. There was something in his voice that sounded dark, like he had a secret mischievous plan that he refused to let you in on, but you ignored that. There was something else about him that put you on edge.
Your ears perked up when it clicked and you pointed at him. “You’re a ghost! Oh I’ve never met one of you before!” You exlame. He gives you an exasperated look.
“Hey, there’s only one of me. But nevermind that, are you going to just stare all day or are you going to do something?” He repeats himself, a little more pointedly this time.
“Oh right, cleaning.” You turn back to his grave, a little downcast that your interaction with the ghost has to be short, and start picking up the bigger sticks around his grave. He startles you again when he appears sitting on his gravestone, legs on either side of the long bit of the cross and leaning his arms on the top. You praise yourself silently as you manage not to jump at his sudden appearance.
“You’re really not going to do anything.” He comments in disbelief. You glance at him a little confused.
“What am I to be doing?” You ask, clearly trying to put the pieces together. He studies you then a grin washes over his face and he barks out a laugh.
“Most people who come to my grave are looking for a quick fuck. Did no one tell you little ghoulie? Have you not heard the tales of my undead cock?” He says in a voice that became more mocking with every word. You can feel heat rising to your face and you adjust your mask as he continues to chuckle at you.
“I- “ You go to defend yourself but he cuts you off.
“It’s been a while since I've been with a ghoul…” He lowers his voice and drags his eyes up and down your frame. “Ghouls are always the best. I don’t have to possess my corpse to fuck a ghoul.” The devilish grin returning as he subtly rolls his hips.
A quiet whimper escapes you and your hands whip up to cover your mouth over your mask. His eye catches your gaze and he grinds his hips again the stone cross more prominently.
“I can show you if you want.” He slides off his grave and walks towards you. You match his steps with your own steps away from him until your back hits the side of a gravestone and he has you cornered. “I promise you’ll like it.” He looms over you. Some of the blood from his open head wound drips onto your mask and you can’t help but gasp a little. You can feel your tail flicking up against the stone behind you with nervous energy.
The tension between you dissipates when the ear piercing drum of the church bells ring. Your attention immediately leaves the ghost cornering you.
“Evening Mass!” You gasp as you realize the time. Quickly slipping away, you gather the trash bag you had earlier and start running back to the front gates. “Sorry Mr. Ghost! Maybe next time! I’d love to learn all about you!” You shout behind you as you scurry off, leaving him staring blankly after you.
You hear him shout something back after you but you can’t make it out, you’re already too far away.