I don't think this could get any worse. There was nothing to make the undead, shadowy zombie kids go away. I knew they would do anything to make us like the undead, themselves, too. If only Mark and Valentino could come to our aid. They had to believe the dead must be getting restless.
The zombies surrounding us next to our washer and dryer in the basement floor, started to grab hold of us by the feet. Dragging us out of the basement. Taking us up the stairs. The basement door swung open.
Mark and Valentino appeared in the front of the steps in the glowing lit doorway. They both carried baseball bats, gripped in their hands. Taking a dimwitted look at the two brothers, carrying baseball bats, the zombie children dropped Russell and myself, who were both still unconscious. And staggered up the basement stairs. Going after Mark and Valentino.
Just as a staggering zombie boy was reaching out to grab hold of Valentino's basement ball by the handle, Mark quickly smacked his baseball bat across the undead zombie kid's head. Mark had knocked off the zombie boy's head. It flew off his undead body and went flying in the crowd of other dead children at the bottom of the stairs. One dead girl caught the zombie boy's head in her grasp!
Her glassy white eyes went wild with shock. Tossing the undead zombie boy's head into the air, it landed in the laundry basket next to the washer and dryer. Trying to push and shove past the zombie kids at the basement stairs, Mark and Valentino fought their way to get to Russell and my unconscious body at the bottom of the stairs.
Tapping against the side of my face, Mark tried to wake Russell and myself up. Valentino was busy battling against undead zombies, with their arms outstretched. Trying to choke the life out of him. Valentino swung his baseball bat at the nearby undead children, staggering toward him. He missed, as they dodged his attacks.
Before any of us knew what was about to happen to Russell and myself's unconscious bodies on the bottom of the staircase in the basement. Russell and my body had risen out of our unconscious bodies on the floor!
Mark and Valentino gasped and jumped back with surprise! "Mom! Dad! What's up with this?" Mark cried in shock. It didn't make sense. Russell and I were invisible ghosts floating above the basement floor.
Grabbing hold of Mark and Valentino, Russell and I grabbed hold of our two sons around their waist. Lifted them up off the floor and carried them out of the basement door. After we reached the top of the basement stairs, Mark and Valentino quickly slammed the basement door on the undead shadowy zombie kids in their faces.
Suddenly, I felt dizzy. I started disappearing and reappearing in the dim light in the kitchen. Russell grabbed hold of me and tried to comfort me. "Try not to let this bother you, dear Emma," Russell said, trying to make me feel better.
"Mom, Dad? What's going on?" Valentino asked, looking at us, spooked. I didn't want to startle them with false hope. I wanted to let know everything will be under our control, soon.
Suddenly, the lights in the kitchen flickered on and off. Making us jump at the sound of the telephone ringing in the receiver. Mark and Valentino walked over to the phone on the wall, next to the refrigerator. Mark waited for its ring again on the fourth ring, before picking it up.
Slowly, Mark picked up the yellow phone off the wall. "Kids, this is granny!" said a high-pitched voice, sounding like our long-dead granny! Mark dropped the phone in his hands. And let the cord swing to its side on the wall.
"Are you crazy, bro?" Valentino asked his brother, Mark. He pointed at the swinging yellow phone by the cord on the wall to pick it back up in his hand. "We can't ignore our granny. She may need our attention, too," Valentino said, nervously.
Picking up the yellow phone from the receiver, we all gathered closer to the receiver. "Something is causing the ghosts to be disturbed in the graveyard. I can't rest until the spirit of the ghost summoner goes to sleep, forever. Come to the graveyard tonight. I have something I want to give you, two boys, a gift from your dead granny," said the voice of our undead granny, on the phone.
Then, the phone went dead. Mark and Valentino gasped and looked up to see Russell and myself had both vanished before them in a puff of smoke!