The Horror Megapack_ 25 Classic and Modern Horror Stories ( PDFDrive )

“Mr. Walt,” the woman explained, “when I saw my Plato, I remembered
somethin’ my ole grandmammy told me years ago, about them zombies cuttin’
up that way when they ate salt. Then I remembered the cashew nuts I gave you.
Now, praise de Lord, Plato is plumb dead, and all the other zombies are goin’ to
their graves like Christians. They always do that, when they get salt. But first
they messes up the man what made them zombies.”
“But how did he do it?” wondered Connell as he helped Madeline into the car.
“I don’t know anything about it, except that according to the law in Haiti, it’s a
capital offense to administer any drug that produces a coma. And I think that’s
the real reason Uncle Pierre decided to finish me—he found me reading an old
book of Haitian statutes, not long ago, and was afraid of my suspicions.”
“Mr. Walt,” interrupted a voice from the rumble seat, “you’re goin’ to need a
maid for the new missus, ain’t you?”
“Absolutely,” assured Connell, “but you’d better take a vacation for a couple
of weeks before you come to work.…”