
We took a quick trip to the islands south of the mainline U.S. East coast and met this old woman, purportedly 157 years old. Many of the village people were afraid of her. They said the reason why she lived so long was because she was a soul-eater, literally consuming the time that belonged to others and making it her own. She would make all sorts of incantations and then make a real show of inhailing around people she did not like, as if human life were a vapour that could be sucked away. Even she admitted that those around her did not tend to live too long.
I am a good Catholic boy and so I did not believe in any of this mumbo-jumbo. However, even I was freaked when a saw Mambre's servants. They moved as in a daze, stiff-legged and slow. It was then that we recognized one of them, although much changed. He had helped us with our bags and acted as our guide the first couple of days after we arrived. Then he disappeared. His eyes were all white, his skin was pale, and the only sound he could make was this low-pitched moan. His associates were the same. What had happened to them?
Mambre responded, "Samuel was too free with his tongue, and so now he has joined the living dead. I cursed him, as I cursed the others you see here. They are my zombies, I tell you, zombies! Leave us or I will make you zombies too!"
We left that afternoon.