Cheap Gothic Soap Opera, Part 33

but then she woke up: that was just a dream, really. She was still sitting in a pile of corpses where she had fainted. It was night outside; she could tell because it was really dark in the tomb. She crawled forth over the bodies. There were at least 6 of then, possibly more, since she counted perhaps 15 arms, although on of them might have been a very "ripely" decayed leg and two others were most certainly piles of rather firm cheese cake (although it is a little known secret that cheese cake is of a similar texture and consistency of 5 week old decaying flesh; hence "Boston cheese cake," made to commemorate the rampant cannibalism in 17th century Boston when the plague came round).

(OP: Ben, January 31 2007)