The Oeaped!

Oeaped! Oeaped! she screamed as she walked through the door, and her face was covered in blood. "What's the matter?" asked her mother, who was by now halfway walking steadily and strolling before finally reaching her daughter. "There is an Oeaped in the woods! And it's coming to get us! It threw up all over my face". The girl's name was Ginger, and her mother's name was Nancy. Nancy usually strolls and waddles as she walks everywhere because she has a bad case of Neoneuralism. It is a disease which impaires on your walking and makes you look older than what you really are. Ginger is 15 years old and has left school to learn all about nature in the woods with her father Bruce. Bruce is actually dead now, the Oeaped ate him up as Ginger was running home to Nancy. Ginger will probably think about going back to school once she's finished explaining to her mother about Oeapeds. "Jesus on a cross! What is an Oeaped, Ginger?, and what happened to your face?" exclaimed Nancy. Ginger started talking with blood sitting on her face like raspberry jam waiting to be set on a fruit pie. "It's a monster. No! I take that back, it looked like a type of reptilian snake of some sort. It had a tiny head, a very tiny head. The body was far greater than 15 cm long though. You have to believe me!". Nancy had a blank stare on her face, then blinked and Ginger's soulful eyes and said, "Honey, that was not a reptilian snake, that was a cannibalistic zombie!", "What?" cried Ginger who was pleading with her mum's anxieties and hoping for an explanation, "Yes, now I remember that they are called Oeapeds for a reason, they are like a special breed of cannibalistic zombies, they are a mix of classical gods who are present in their spirits and another mix of ridiculousness!". "Oh", said Ginger, sighing in a pit of disappointment and getting ready for the shower. Bruce's funeral was a week after.