Old Man Barnsworth
By Mark L.S. Stone
“You’re not a zombie,” Sally said.
“I know how this goes,” he muttered, not really listening. “You’ll tell everyone, and soon they’ll be here with pitchforks and torches, and I’ll have to find another place.”
“I saw the books. Zombies don’t read. You’re something else.”
“Yes! I’m a powerful wizard. Leave now or I’ll turn you into a toad!”
Sally switched off the flashlight. She sat on the floor.
“Teach me,” she said.