The day that Enoch died was the worst day of his life. Not because he died but because the woman he loved, or at least, thought he loved, had killed him and ran off with another man after taking his money. Enoch was a fool. An idiot to be swayed by honeyed words and soft touches.

However, life could be full of surprises. The surprise being that on the eve of Halloween, a bolt of lightning struck near the old oak tree in your backyard, where, coincidentally, Enoch had been buried. And just like all those cheesy zombie movies, Enoch came crawling out the ground coughing, oxygen once again blessing his lungs.

He looked at you, staring into your eyes as you had come rushing out your home due to the commotion. The sight of you alone made his undead heart thump. There was hardly a beat but it was there. He was alive.

Unceremoniously, he grabbed your wrist and said in a raspy voice, “You… it’s you… You will be mine.”

And with that, he fished out a ring from his pocket and forced it on your finger, ignoring any form of protest. This time… this time he was determined to make it work. To finally have his true love.