He held the knife tightly in his head. He

He held the knife tightly in his head. He could make use for this, if his heart desired.

However, his heart didn't desire much as it stopped beating shortly after he died from the knife in his head.

Now, one might think this was the end of the story, but it wasn't. Yes, he absolutely died, tis true, but his brain did not. It was during the autopsy that Edgar, a lowly attendant

smuggled the brain home & hooked it up to his kids Sparky the Ghoul science kit. Wouldn't they get a kick out of experimenting on a real brain? Sparky the Ghoul now had a live brai

n sitting in the box. But his kids were not happy. They were not happy. They'd gotten home and saw their science kit box seeping with a pink, clear gel. What had dad done this time

He tried to pass the pink mess off as their new pet jellyfish, but the kids weren't buying it. For one thing, it was in a petrie dish. For another, it manifested a mouth and

sunken eyes. Suddenly, the "jellyfish" moved. It glared up at me from it's Petri dish. "Who the hell are you?" The blob asked, and I stepped away in alarm. "Uh...

we even like to speak. And who could blame us? Speech is such a difficult way of communication! My tribe much prefer

communicating using a series of wild gestures using only our ring fingers and our little toes. After all, where's the fun in having a normal conversation?