La galerie de Delise

Hello !
Oh, you're looking at my family photos ! Aren't we cute ? Oh, I'm talking rubbish ! We are all zombies, you must be surprised ! Aaahhh, a few months ago, we were a normal family ! Let me tell you our story...
My grandma, Hélène, moved with grandPa in the Caribbean when she was young, and our family got bigger and grew here since this day. As time goes by, our family completely became integrated into our island, its customs and... its faiths.
So, one of the closest friends of grandma, Tahina, is a Voodoo mistress. That is thanks to her that we are here !
Indeed, one day, there was an accident ! In its barn, a very sharpened axe fall on grandma and cut its neck ! I was there, and I saw everything. My heart skipped a beat, and I reacted immediately. I ran to the house, yelling on everyone what happened and what I was going to do.
My mom didn't want to follow them, nor my aunt. But the others in the house, they all agreed. We are a very close family, you see. Grandma was too young to die... a first time. With my husband, my sister, my uncle, my nephew and even my cat (I love this cat so much !), we took grandma and his head and we brought her to Tahina.
Tahina hesitated, but, we insisted, and she gave in : she turned all of them into zombie.
So, yes, it was a deliberate act. But you see, here, we know a lot about zombies. They are not so frightening or stupid that everyone think. Oh, I do not say that everything went well : because of our new way of feeding, we can't see very often the rest of the family. Uncle Paul lost his nose fighting with an animal for a prey, and ma sister.. ahem... she does not laugh as much as before. My nephew was young so he adapts himself pretty well, as my husband and I (even if my husband doesn't still remember if he wants to bite me or to kiss me). And for the cat... ahem... did you see " Pet Sematary " ?

Hello!
Oh, you're looking at my family photos! Aren't we cute? Oh, I'm talking rubbish! We are all zombies, you must be surprised! Aaahhh, a few months ago, we were a normal family! Let me tell you our story...
My grandma, Hélène, moved with grandPa in the Caribbean when she was young, and our family got bigger and grew here since that day. As time goes by, our family completely became integrated into our island, its customs and... its faiths.
So, one of the closest friends of grandma, Tahina, is a Voodoo mistress. That is thanks to her that we are here!
Indeed, one day, there was an accident! In her barn, a really sharpened axe fell on grandma and cut her neck! I was there, and I saw everything. My heart skipped a beat, and I reacted immediately. I ran to the house, yelling to everyone about what happened and what I was going to do.
My mom didn't want to follow them, nor my aunt. But the others in the house, they all agreed. We are a very close family, you see. Grandma was too young to die... a first time. With my husband, my sister, my uncle, my nephew and even my cat (I love this cat so much!), we took grandma and her head and we brought her to Tahina.
Tahina hesitated, but, we insisted, and she gave in: she turned all of us into zombie.
So, yes, it was a deliberate act. But you see, here, we know a lot about zombies. They are not as frightening or stupid as everyone thinks. Oh, I do not say that everything went well: because of our new way of feeding, we can't see very often the rest of the family. Uncle Paul lost his nose fighting with an animal for a prey, and ma sister... ahem... she does not laugh as much as before. My nephew was young so he adapts pretty well, as my husband and I (even if my husband still doesn't remember if he wants to bite me or to kiss me). And for the cat... ahem... did you see “Pet Sematary”?

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