There are nights when the dividing line between life and death narrows, thins. The dead sometimes reanimate, come back to life, for a night…
“Two skeletons walk into a bar.” The zombie telling the joke to the werewolf needed to be careful to not wave his arms too much while talking; the trick to any joke was not to unintentionally dismember yourself.
“Heard it already.” The werewolf was trying not to pace, but the intense bloodlust forced a loud HOWL!, scaring half the wrappings off the mummy.
“Mmmmm mmmm mm mmmmm mm.”
The zombie laughed. “That mummy told you off!”
